Jaejoong's Lyric Verse 7/?
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: This is a long chapter~ have fun reading~
Verse Seven: Flirt
Book Cover | Movie Poster
New Promo Poster: Version 1 | Version 2
J a e j o o n g ’ s L y r i c
V e r s e S e v e n : F l i r t
A voice…
A song…
A composition of words and melodies could touch one’s soul, making them forget the deceiving commotion that surrounded them. Maybe it was a trick, or an illusion - but to you, it was magic.
“Jaejoong, we will stop here for the day.”
A relieved expression conquers his face as he sighs, removing his headphones and exiting the small compartment. He walks beside you, looking at your laptop’s screen with curiosity and interest. His face was covered with sweat, tainting the dark hairs on his head with liquid. He shone in the dim light, making one’s soul throb as one laid eyes on him.
“Our song was great!” He utters, exhaustion in his voice. “You did great on the piano, Yunho!”
You smile timidly. “Thanks.” You reply, noticing the gallon energy left in his voice. “You don’t seem tired at all, Jaejoong.”
“Of course not.” He responds. “I could handle this kind of thing for the rest of my life.” He brags. “I am a music major, remember?”
“Yes… I wouldn‘t forget that so easily, would I?”
He grins back at you. “So… how did I do?” He asks. “Is Changmin still unsatisfied with me?”
“Don’t worry about him.” You console, calming down the disturbing turmoil inside of him. “You did excellent - for a first-timer, that is.”
He rolls his eyes. “For a first-timer, huh? You have a way with your words, Yunho.” He exhales, while his hand finds its way to his stomach. “…and…. did I mention how hungry I am? We didn’t even eat lunch, and now it’s way past dinner time!”
“You will have to get used to it.” You tell him. “Our boss doesn’t like food in the recording studios.”
He rolls his eyes. “What is he trying to do, make you anorexic or something?” He looks at you stubbornly. “I don’t about you, but I’m starving.”
“There’s some food down in the lobby if you’re interested.” You say, ignoring his absurd comment. “If you want some, you’d better hurry down there.”
“Whatever.” He replies. “I’ll just cook dinner myself.” He heads toward the door, preparing himself to leave. He turns back one last time, only to look at you sympathetically.
“How can you live like this, without any proper food every day?” He asks. You look at his slim form fretfully as he shuts the door, leaving you behind with nothing but your thoughts.
Just when you thought Kim Jaejoong was all that - he changes your mind within a second. His childish actions and words flood your mind, blocking all your positive thoughts and emotions about him. However, when he was singing, he had a completely different vibe to him - you liked that vibe more. A lot more.
You sigh, and take another sip of your bitter coffee. A knock arrives on the studio door, making you jump up in alarm. You set your coffee on the counter, and mutter a silent “come in” towards the studio door.
To your astonishment, Changmin walks in, a faint smile hidden across his features. He sits down on the leather chair beside you, and places a few of his papers aside on the counter.
“Yunho, did he do well?”
You exhale, confused on what to say next. “He did very well.” You answer, fatigue written over your face. “But I’m worried that… I’m the one who didn’t do so well.”
Changmin places a hand on your shoulder, silently venting the depression apart from you. He looks up at the microphone where Jaejoong last sang, and then turns to face you.
“Want to know a secret?” He asks you.
“About what?”
He chuckles. “About failing producers who got back on track.” He explains. “All of them have a huge secret.”
“What is it?” You ask, eager to hear an answer. “What is their big secret?”
Changmin grins, a devious smirk on his lips.
“To make their singer fall in love with them.”
Your eyes open wide, your jaw drops, and your mind blows as Changmin finishes his statement. That was the secret? That was the enigma to a producer’s success? In your mind, there wasn’t anything appealing about it whatsoever.
“Of course, I never had to turn to such a strategy.” He explains. “I have always been successful with my singers of course.”
You give him a weak grin. “Typical of you…” You tell him. “No matter what… you always come out on top.”
He shrugs. “But… you know the singers these days.” He remarks.” If they don’t like their producers, they won’t hesitate to switch their entertainment company.”
“I understand.” You reply, indecisive with your words. “Although… I don’t understand what I should do.” You tell him, curiosity written within your face. “I can’t be failing that much, right?”
“Well, it really depends on you, Yunho.” He answers. “It matters how much you really want this.” He explains. “For me, the best decision would be to let him fall in love with me… but if you really won’t, I guess you will just have to deal with the fate that comes along with that decision.”
You chuckle. What in the world was he talking about? Jaejoong, fall in love with you? Of course… you loved his voice and personality-but doing this to him would be pure dishonesty. You would be using him for your own good-and you hated using such a kind friend.
You sigh. “I’m not sure… it’s pretty risky.”
Changmin gives you a confident expression. “It’s fine.” He supports. “I already see that you admire him quite a lot.”
You turn to him, unbelieving in his words. “Really? You can see that?”
“Don’t play innocent.” He protests. “I can see the spark in your eyes when you look at him, and the way you talk to him.” He laughs. “It’s just too obvious.”
You shake your head. “That’s only because his talent is amazing!”
“Well, you don’t see me acting like that around Junsu, right?” He counterattacks.
“Good point… you don’t…” You take a deep breath to clear your head. “But… nonetheless… I can’t think of Jaejoong in such a way. It would be wrong for me to love someone right now.”
“I see.” Changmin responds. He looks up at the ceiling, his face deep in thought.
…
“Still hung up over Yoochun?”
…
Your heart skips a beat as you hear his name. Him - whom you have loved for so long, him - who had spent countless hours with you, and him - who had left you when you needed him the most. The name dug needles into your head, yet it felt so comforting to hear it. The feeling you had towards Yoochun were abstract, and even though you could not understand the true meanings, you still kept them locked up tightly inside you.
“I don’t know…” You reply hesitantly. You truly did not know.
Changmin looks at you compassionately. “You don’t have to.”
“Yoochun… he left me… just to go to America.” You utter the words carefully, frowning in the process. “I don’t know if I should still be hung up over him or not…”
Changmin gives you a smile, hoping to cheer you up. “But… you don’t have to truly love Jaejoong, right?” He suggests. “You can still pretend to love him while you love Yoochun, am I wrong?”
You sigh, traumatized by his corrupt comment. “Changmin… I really don’t know if I should do such a thing.” You protest. “It’s just - the music industry is so sick and immoral these days - it’s hard to tell what’s right from what’s wrong.”
“I agree…” He relates. “But Yunho… if you don’t want to lose what you have now… do what I would do.” He advises. “Build a strong relationship with him, make him admire you. Do in all means to make him respect you.” He stops dead in his sentence. “…even if you can’t, at least try.”
A deep sigh escapes your lips as he departs the studio without any further words. Changmin was as smart as he was rich - and you respected that greatly. However, the thought of making Jaejoong falsely fall in love with you was inhuman. You would trick him, you would deceive him, and most importantly, you would hurt him.
But you believed you could do it - not for Changmin but at least for you.
After organizing your papers and making a few arrangements, you step onto the elevator, and make your way down the SM skyscraper. You arrive in the lobby shortly as you casually look down at your watch, surprised at how early it was for you to be leaving. The usual time to get off work was around one or two in the morning. However, today, you had the opportunity to leave at seven - lucky day it was.
“Thank you, Jaejoong.” You mutter into the air as you step out of the building and into the dark night. You had to thank him significantly - not for leading you to success, but also for letting you get off work early.
“You want to thank me, huh?”
You turn around to the familiar voice; curious of whom it belonged to. Your eyes immediately lay on the figure of a young man, casually smirking as his hands rested on the rim of your black BMW.
“You have a habit of talking to yourself?” He asks you. “I never knew that.”
You can do nothing but sigh at him, giving him an ‘I don’t want to deal with you right now’ glare. He replies with one of his own evil smirks, his lips deliciously red as they bend flirtatiously.
“I want to thank you.” You begin your explanation. “For letting me off work so early. Nothing more.”
“Oh really.” He remarks, the smirk still clearly written on his face. “I guess you also want to thank me for saving your career, making your life a lot more interesting, and cooking for you last night, right?”
“Something like that.” You reply, unable to believe the amount of nerve he had. In a mere two days, it was amazing how he could read you and understand you as he laid his eyes upon you. He was so very obvious with his actions, yet also very mysterious.
“Why did you wait for me?” You ask curiously. “Did you want to talk to me at all?”
“Yes, actually.” He replies. “I do want to talk to you, Yunho.”
“About what?” You question. “Are you confused with the recording process?”
He stays composed. “No.” He answers. “I just…want to talk.”
You nod, acknowledging his strange request. After a long and gruesome day spent with you, he still had the energy to talk with you. You kept in mind about what Changmin said earlier, and wondered to yourself if you could break the news to Jaejoong. Even if you couldn’t, you should at least try.
“Fine.” You tell him. “Let’s talk.” You agree. “I know a great park near here where we could easily communicate in peace.”
The two of you walk together, him carrying his guitar while you whistle one of Junsu’s recently recorded songs. Silence stretched between the two of you, not making an awkward atmosphere, but instead a mellow one. The night breeze blows across your face, making your hair ruffled as you shiver in the bitter cold. You and Jaejoong arrive at the park shortly, each silent and shivering from the cool October breeze.
You abruptly lead him to the playground-the place where you thought brought back the most memories-and then to the swings, where the two of you sat in stillness as you gazed off into space.
“I never thought I’d go as far as this…” Jaejoong announces, doing nothing but staring about the park in interest. “I never thought I’d be able to meet Shim Changmin one day.” The grin on his face was genuine, showing his accomplishment and success. “…he’s a major icon of the music world.”
You roll your eyes at him. “So, what you really mean is, you would rather have him as your producer instead of me, right?” You joke, making your own emotions evident.
He frowns, his facial features becoming more and more alert. “Not at all.” He tells you. “You’re truly misunderstanding me... I’m lucky to even have you at all-”
“But you would rather have Changmin.” You break apart his sentence. “I know you would.”
He sighs. “Yes…but…” He pauses in between his sentence-either to breathe or to hesitate-you couldn’t tell. His eyes become dull as his expression filled with melancholy. “I’m sorry Yunho… I didn’t mean to say that…”
“It’s fine.” You tell him, not putting much interest into his apology. “You don’t have to apologize.” You hand him a cigarette, taking one for yourself in the process. By the expression on his face, you could tell that it was his first time smoking. You light your cigarette, and then hand one to him. He accepts it, staring at it with no emotion or action.
“No thanks.” He denies your cylinder of Marlboro Red. “I heard smoking damages your singing.”
You nod. “That makes sense.” You acknowledge, not minding the cigarette on your lips. You had no reason to argue. The dangers of smoking had no motive concern you. Instead, you did it merely to take away the stress-nothing more.
“Jaejoong… if you don’t mind…” You utter, taking the cigarette out of your mouth to breathe. “Would you mind playing me a song?”
He looks at you, and then at his guitar, and returns his glare to you. He gives you an astonishing look, telling you to stop joking around. You only grin back at him, showing your teeth as you innocently smirk.
“Play you a song, here?” He asks. “At a playground… at night?”
“Yes, here.” You reply.
“Why?”
“Because I like to hear you sing.”
“Oh.”
He opens his guitar case, and takes out his guitar as if he has done it thousands of times. “If you say so.” He protests. He finds his guitar pick and carefully holds it against the strings. He clears his throat, and prepares himself for the encore you gladly gave him.
Don’t have to say it
Don’t have to put into words
Your love says it all
It’s better not being heard
Your heart flutters in wild confusion, being able to hear that song again. However, as you heard him sing, you couldn’t help but notice a difference from his performance at the audition. In the park, he seemed more natural and even more meaningful with his music. You listened to his lyrics, connecting them in your head as the soft melody reached your ears.
Stay,
Stay by my side
Stay so I can live my life
Please don’t leave me,
Please don’t disappear
Just love me
Love me silently
He finishes his song, his last note ending in pure grace. “Not bad, not bad.” You clap silently to concede his undeniable talent. “Have I told you I really like that song?” You ask, making your words clear and evident. “The lyrics, the melody-it all blends in with your image.”
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes, I’ve noticed it ever since you sang it to the judges at the audition.” You clap again for your own amusement. “Well done-as usual.”
He smiles, and then looks up at the tiny crescent moon. The breeze blows upon his bangs, showing his pale face in the beautiful moonlight. Without a doubt, he resembled a girl, his features soft and feminine. You loved his unique looks, and found yourself staring at them with no end while he stays motionless.
Noticing his facial features, you slowly begin to remember Changmin’s request back in the recording studio. It was now or never; you had to carry out Changmin’s request, or you may never have an opportunity to do so again. Could it be that you were that desperate to fall in love with someone? Or, were you merely doing it to fulfill your own selfish needs? Even you yourself did not know.
You take in a big breath, and decided to use your high school day skills to seduce Jaejoong into falling in love.
“Yunho.” Jaejoong speaks before you could, cutting your flirting short. “Have you ever lost someone dear to you?” He questions, the smile on his face slowly tuning down into a frown as he asked his question.
You curse to yourself, irritated that Jaejoong had interrupted you before you could make a move. “Lost someone…huh?” You ask. Your thoughts bring you back to the days when you dated Yoochun, making you feel nothing but remorse. “Yes, I have.” You tell him, thinking about the day when he finally told you good-bye. “Have you?” You ask.
“I think I’ve mentioned my father to you a couple of times, right?” He informs you. You can do nothing but nod, anxious to hear his long awaited story. “He encouraged me to play the guitar when I was young. And… if it wasn’t for him… I don’t think I would’ve gone to any auditions-or even studied music at all.”
You laugh. “Your father made a great decision.” You then turn to face him, your face a bit confused. “Do you remember him much?” You ask. “I know that he died when you were at a young age, but, do you remember him at all?”
He smiles weakly, notifying you that he was able to answer your question. “I don’t remember him at all.” He denies. “That’s what’s so ridiculous about it; I’ll never experience what it’s like to have a father.”
His face brought a mixture of pain and sorrow as he uttered those words with caution. You could feel his pain inside of you, slowly eating away at the anger you had towards your own father. Thoughts about his talk with you overflowed your mind, making you annoyed and distressed. You had yelled at your own father with anger in your voice, and yet-there was Jaejoong, wishing he could have a father to yell at him.
“You’re lucky enough to even have a father at all.” He says, reading your mind in the process. “I would give anything in the world to have a father like him.”
You snort. “Are you sure?” You ask him. “He’s quite the ‘unsupportive’ kind, if you know what I mean.”
“It’s fine.” He replies, the remorse expression still painted upon his face. He exhales, lifting himself upright from the swing and moving about childishly. He puts his guitar back in its case, and slings it over his shoulders like a musician. “I wouldn’t mind it one bit.”
The two of you swing in silence, hearing nothing but the howling wind blow beside you. Jaejoong and you sit like that for endless moments, felling each other’s presence to the last bit. You could stay like this forever…with him, with the wind, with-
You turn around to the sudden sound, curious of what it had been. Instead, you find Jaejoong glued to the swing, whimpering in sadness while tears fell down his marble eyes.
“Jae…” You whisper gently. “What’s wrong?”
He says nothing, his tears still frantically falling down his porcelain like face. You wipe them away, slowly leaning in to have a look on his heartrending face. It must have been the talk about his father. Poor thing, he had no choice but let his tears madly fall.
You lean over to embrace him tightly, gently wiping away his tears one at a time with your open hand. You dig your other hand into his midnight black hair, smelling his intriguing scent as you breathed him in. He shivered in your arms, his small frame trembling in fear as he continued his silent sobs.
“Jaejoong-”
“No, don’t say anything.” He interrupts you. “Just hold me…” He whispers. “Just hold me like this…”
You agree to his request, embracing him even tighter against the cool breeze. It had felt so right…so complete…so good to captivate him in your arms. You wouldn’t let go-ever-even if you were forced to do so.
Even though you had ignored Changmin’s plans and tactics for the night, you still had felt like you achieved the goals he had wanted you to achieve. It seemed without a doubt that Jaejoong had already fallen in love with you. You could not deny it. His words, his actions, and his thoughts were ones of a lover’s-not just one of a friend’s.
You didn’t have to act anymore. In your mind, you were already madly in love with him.
“Flight J-503 has just landed. Please feel free to pick up your luggage in section 3.”
He walked to the luggage claim with confidence, picking up his only black suitcase without hesitation. After claiming his luggage, he would leave, departing to go to his final destination.
He takes off his sunglasses, revealing his perfect visage to the world. His short black hair sank into his flawless peach skin, flattering his maroon lips perfectly. His jacket swayed as he walked, fitting his tall frame while adding poise to his figure. Some would say he was the perfect boyfriend-with the looks, the figure, and the style. Others would say that he was hard to get-only available to those of his kind.
“Welcome to Seoul.” The intercom says, repeating its phrase in ten different languages.
He steps out of the airport, carrying his baggage effortlessly. Passengers and cars filled his view, indicating the busy environment of the airport. He inhales, taking a breath of the fresh Seoul air with him as he stands and watches the pure commotion of the airport.
He smirked. “I’m home.”
This was a long chapter~ yet I finished it pretty fast. I hope it wasn’t too boring… since it didn’t capture many jokes or humor. Jaejoong crying and Yunho wiping away his tears was just <3 After thinking of the idea, I just had to put it in~ I hope you like the new promo posters~ XD
A week left before Hollywood Bowl~ click here to see a sign that I made for the concert~
Please comment~ thank you~
~Cindy
Chance | Sing | Conversation | Interruptions | Spark | Microphone | Flirt | Again