Fic: XY [chapter two] (DBSK, YunJae)
Title: XY [chapter two]
Category: Kpop (DBSK)
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Summary: AU, high school. Boy meets girl. Girl is boy.
Notes: This series is being discontinued, actually. Erm. That's why it's only 700 words, and I thought I might as well post it for the dumbassery.
"You act like no one's hit on you before."
"It's not that," Jaejoong waves dismissively, then folds his arms back on top of the railing. He slouches, gazing down at the school courtyard below where students mill about, some of them dividing into teams to play a soccer match. His eyes track Yunho's increasingly familiar figure as he forms one group, facing off against the other led by... Jaejoong can't recall the name, but it's someone from another class. Huge soccer buff. It should make for an interesting game.
"So what is it?" Yoochun prods, but his eyes are directed ground-level as well. "Hey, it's Junsu. Aw, I don't know who to cheer for now."
Jaejoong turns his back on the game as if he doesn't care, elbows propped up, face tilted towards the sky. He hears shouting and a solid thump as someone kicks the ball. After listening for a while, he finally lets his thoughts float aloud. "I'm not exactly encouraging, so most guys will get a clue and leave me alone. Or I'll flat-out tell them to get lost. But he just keeps..." His derisive tone mellows into perplexity as he replays the past week in his head.
To give Yunho credit, he isn't clingy or pushy. He waits for Jaejoong at the corner in the morning and will make small talk on the way to school, but he doesn't ask anything personal or dog him between classes. It's almost kind of nice, save for the flirting. Low-key compared to some, sure, but enough to raise Jaejoong's guard every time. With a frown, he holds up both his hands, palms up, and makes a weighing motion. An okay guy, a troublesome guy... Fun to converse with, awkward to deal with...
Realizing how stupid he's acting, Jaejoong throws both hands up in the air with a sigh. He really should just tell Yunho not to waste his time. Politely, because he seems to be a great person who would make a real girl pretty happy.
A cheer suddenly erupts from below. Jaejoong cranes his neck to steal a glance over his shoulder at the game. Junsu high-fives a teammate, laughing animatedly, then cups his hands around his mouth to shout across the field. Yunho has his own group gathered around, but half-turns with a grin to yell back. Jaejoong is torn between smiling in amusement and scoffing at the swaggering male behavior. He smacks his forehead with the heel of his palm, remembering that kind of thing should be normal for him, too. Except when he's Jaehwa, which he is right now, and he repeats the motion of his hand.
"I'm so confused," he confesses, arm lowering, watching covertly with half-lidded eyes as Yoochun acknowledges him. "Thinking about everything gives me a headache."
Yoochun's mouth twitches, but he plays along like the good friend he is and reaches up to turn Jaejoong's face, brushing aside locks of hair. "Tough times, eh?" His fingers rub small, soothing circles into Jaejoong's temples. Then, with his eyes twinkling he accuses, "You're preening."
"Am not," Jaejoong insists, grabbing onto Yoochun's skinny wrists so he doesn't pull away.
"'The lady doth protest too much'."
"Oh, you think you're so smart." Heaving a theatric sigh, Jaejoong flings Yoochun's arms away. Just then, more cheering is heard from the soccer match and both of them lean over the railing to watch. "Who's winning?"
"Junsu, but I think it's close. His pride is at stake."
"Yunho's very athletic, though."
Yoochun shoots him a sideways look that Jaejoong does not appreciate.
"What?" He crosses his arms defensively.
"Nothing." Yoochun shakes his head, returning his attention to the game. "But you know, it wouldn't be such a bad thing to be friends with someone other than me. I mean, as great as I am and all."
Jaejoong pretends to inspect his nails, which are sporting a rare coat of pale pink polish as a penalty for losing a bet to one of his sisters. "That would ruin my carefully-cultivated image of inaccessible ice bitch."
"I'm just suggesting that you try being friendly, not invite him into your skirt."
"Considering what's actually under my skirt, that would be a disaster."
"Some would call that kinky."
"I think this conversation needs to stop."
end
I am admittedly still fond of this idea, but not that inclined to actually write it. To be honest, I hardly even remember where I planned to go with this. orz I'll write real YunJae fic someday.
Category: Kpop (DBSK)
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Summary: AU, high school. Boy meets girl. Girl is boy.
Notes: This series is being discontinued, actually. Erm. That's why it's only 700 words, and I thought I might as well post it for the dumbassery.
"You act like no one's hit on you before."
"It's not that," Jaejoong waves dismissively, then folds his arms back on top of the railing. He slouches, gazing down at the school courtyard below where students mill about, some of them dividing into teams to play a soccer match. His eyes track Yunho's increasingly familiar figure as he forms one group, facing off against the other led by... Jaejoong can't recall the name, but it's someone from another class. Huge soccer buff. It should make for an interesting game.
"So what is it?" Yoochun prods, but his eyes are directed ground-level as well. "Hey, it's Junsu. Aw, I don't know who to cheer for now."
Jaejoong turns his back on the game as if he doesn't care, elbows propped up, face tilted towards the sky. He hears shouting and a solid thump as someone kicks the ball. After listening for a while, he finally lets his thoughts float aloud. "I'm not exactly encouraging, so most guys will get a clue and leave me alone. Or I'll flat-out tell them to get lost. But he just keeps..." His derisive tone mellows into perplexity as he replays the past week in his head.
To give Yunho credit, he isn't clingy or pushy. He waits for Jaejoong at the corner in the morning and will make small talk on the way to school, but he doesn't ask anything personal or dog him between classes. It's almost kind of nice, save for the flirting. Low-key compared to some, sure, but enough to raise Jaejoong's guard every time. With a frown, he holds up both his hands, palms up, and makes a weighing motion. An okay guy, a troublesome guy... Fun to converse with, awkward to deal with...
Realizing how stupid he's acting, Jaejoong throws both hands up in the air with a sigh. He really should just tell Yunho not to waste his time. Politely, because he seems to be a great person who would make a real girl pretty happy.
A cheer suddenly erupts from below. Jaejoong cranes his neck to steal a glance over his shoulder at the game. Junsu high-fives a teammate, laughing animatedly, then cups his hands around his mouth to shout across the field. Yunho has his own group gathered around, but half-turns with a grin to yell back. Jaejoong is torn between smiling in amusement and scoffing at the swaggering male behavior. He smacks his forehead with the heel of his palm, remembering that kind of thing should be normal for him, too. Except when he's Jaehwa, which he is right now, and he repeats the motion of his hand.
"I'm so confused," he confesses, arm lowering, watching covertly with half-lidded eyes as Yoochun acknowledges him. "Thinking about everything gives me a headache."
Yoochun's mouth twitches, but he plays along like the good friend he is and reaches up to turn Jaejoong's face, brushing aside locks of hair. "Tough times, eh?" His fingers rub small, soothing circles into Jaejoong's temples. Then, with his eyes twinkling he accuses, "You're preening."
"Am not," Jaejoong insists, grabbing onto Yoochun's skinny wrists so he doesn't pull away.
"'The lady doth protest too much'."
"Oh, you think you're so smart." Heaving a theatric sigh, Jaejoong flings Yoochun's arms away. Just then, more cheering is heard from the soccer match and both of them lean over the railing to watch. "Who's winning?"
"Junsu, but I think it's close. His pride is at stake."
"Yunho's very athletic, though."
Yoochun shoots him a sideways look that Jaejoong does not appreciate.
"What?" He crosses his arms defensively.
"Nothing." Yoochun shakes his head, returning his attention to the game. "But you know, it wouldn't be such a bad thing to be friends with someone other than me. I mean, as great as I am and all."
Jaejoong pretends to inspect his nails, which are sporting a rare coat of pale pink polish as a penalty for losing a bet to one of his sisters. "That would ruin my carefully-cultivated image of inaccessible ice bitch."
"I'm just suggesting that you try being friendly, not invite him into your skirt."
"Considering what's actually under my skirt, that would be a disaster."
"Some would call that kinky."
"I think this conversation needs to stop."
end
I am admittedly still fond of this idea, but not that inclined to actually write it. To be honest, I hardly even remember where I planned to go with this. orz I'll write real YunJae fic someday.