Fic: (don't be fooled) i was a cynic when you met me (XY verse)
Title: XY - (don't be fooled) i was a cynic when you met me
Category: Kpop (DBSK)
Pairing: Er, let's say it's (one-sided) Jaejoong/Changmin just so I can claim to have written Jaejoong with everybody in the band :D;
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Summary: AU, high school. Boy meets girl. Girl is boy.
Notes: I did say I might write more for this universe. :3 Just don't expect superb plot; I'm only in this for the cliché, yet undeniably fun antics. This takes place before Yunho enters the picture, to clarify the timeline.
The rest of the series, for the confused.
Jaejoong nudges the stairwell door open with his hip, balancing a plate in his hands that holds a little frosted cake made in Home Ec. He carries it almost disdainfully, arms folded stiff close to his sides, hoping that no one would notice and therefore wonder where he's going or who he's giving it to. The girls in class had been eager to give theirs to a boy they liked. Jaejoong wouldn't be caught dead doing any such thing, but it would be a waste to simply throw it away. He figures Yoochun would be happy to take the problem out of his hands, quite literally.
He spreads his fingers under the plate to use his free hand to open the door to the rooftop, and he's met with a warm spring breeze. The roof is usually a safe place to relax - usually, not always, and so the sight of an unfamiliar boy makes Jaejoong tense up and take half a step back, intending to slip away hopefully unnoticed. He hesitates just a second too long, and the other student whirls around, swiping first at suspiciously red and puffy eyes.
Catching sight of the boy's face sparks recognition, and Jaejoong comes up with a name to match: Shim Changmin, the bright first year who skipped a grade and still takes advanced classes. They've never talked before, but Jaejoong never really talks to anyone at school. He briefly wonders why the boy is crying alone on the rooftop. Bullying, maybe? Jaejoong's grip becomes tight on the plate.
Changmin's expression is sullen, both wounded and aggressive in the way that only teenagers can perfect, but he's forcibly polite when he utters a soft, "Excuse me," and walks around Jaejoong.
Jaejoong reaches out to grab his sleeve, and once he has Changmin's attention he unthinkingly shoves the plate at him. "Here," he says in a rush, pinning the boy with a direct stare that won't take no for an answer. "Eat it or throw it away, I don't care."
Changmin looks startled, then simply bewildered. "Um," he responds.
"You're welcome," Jaejoong tells him. He hears footsteps echo down the stairwell and figures that must be Yoochun, finally, and Jaejoong had better go meet him halfway to avoid an awkward situation. He casts one last look at Changmin, shrugs, and goes back inside.
* * * * *
"Hey, wait," Changmin interrupts, and his classmate halts mid-conversation with a roll of his eyes.
"Yes, your highness, what is it?"
Changmin leans forward, both arms resting on the window sill, as his eyes track a certain figure outside. "That girl, the tall one with the shoulder-length hair, who is she?"
"Which-? Oh, her. That's Kim Jaehwa, second year. I wouldn't, if I were you."
"Wouldn't what?" Changmin challenges for the sake of argument. He almost looks bored as he watches her cross the courtyard. There's something strange about her, and he first thinks maybe it's her appearance, or the way she walks. Then he realizes it's the fact that she's alone. There's no girl friend hanging on her arm, heads together and giggling.
"She's cold, man. Jaehwa rejects everyone." There's a pause before he adds, carefully, "I wouldn't think you'd try, anyway, so soon after..."
Changmin refuses to dignify that with a reply. It's behind him, and he's only a little heartbroken. Happens to everybody, all the time (he keeps telling himself that and knows it's true, really). He'll get over it, even the mortifying part afterwards, being seen. Jaehwa doesn't seem like the gossiping type, though (and the cake she had given him - forced on him, actually - had been scrumptious). Changmin wonders if it would be terribly inappropriate to thank her.
"Hey, why do you want to know about Jaehwa, anyway?"
Changmin ponders the question himself, and inwardly debates over the various answers at his disposal. There's suspicion in his classmate's eyes, an excited gleam that Changmin could easily encourage with a truthful admission. Jaehwa is pretty and mysterious, aloof and abrupt, and in a very halting fashion, maybe she is kind. She doesn't deserve to have that brief, perhaps insignificant act of kindness betrayed (and Changmin rather likes keeping it to himself).
So he shrugs and slumps against the window, his gaze becoming unfocused. Jaehwa had long since disappeared into the building. "I heard some of the upperclassmen talking, that's all."
end
You can expect more XY drabbles in the future, maybe soon, maybe not. This was kind of a warm-up to convince myself I can prod at M&M some more.
Category: Kpop (DBSK)
Pairing: Er, let's say it's (one-sided) Jaejoong/Changmin just so I can claim to have written Jaejoong with everybody in the band :D;
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700
Summary: AU, high school. Boy meets girl. Girl is boy.
Notes: I did say I might write more for this universe. :3 Just don't expect superb plot; I'm only in this for the cliché, yet undeniably fun antics. This takes place before Yunho enters the picture, to clarify the timeline.
The rest of the series, for the confused.
Jaejoong nudges the stairwell door open with his hip, balancing a plate in his hands that holds a little frosted cake made in Home Ec. He carries it almost disdainfully, arms folded stiff close to his sides, hoping that no one would notice and therefore wonder where he's going or who he's giving it to. The girls in class had been eager to give theirs to a boy they liked. Jaejoong wouldn't be caught dead doing any such thing, but it would be a waste to simply throw it away. He figures Yoochun would be happy to take the problem out of his hands, quite literally.
He spreads his fingers under the plate to use his free hand to open the door to the rooftop, and he's met with a warm spring breeze. The roof is usually a safe place to relax - usually, not always, and so the sight of an unfamiliar boy makes Jaejoong tense up and take half a step back, intending to slip away hopefully unnoticed. He hesitates just a second too long, and the other student whirls around, swiping first at suspiciously red and puffy eyes.
Catching sight of the boy's face sparks recognition, and Jaejoong comes up with a name to match: Shim Changmin, the bright first year who skipped a grade and still takes advanced classes. They've never talked before, but Jaejoong never really talks to anyone at school. He briefly wonders why the boy is crying alone on the rooftop. Bullying, maybe? Jaejoong's grip becomes tight on the plate.
Changmin's expression is sullen, both wounded and aggressive in the way that only teenagers can perfect, but he's forcibly polite when he utters a soft, "Excuse me," and walks around Jaejoong.
Jaejoong reaches out to grab his sleeve, and once he has Changmin's attention he unthinkingly shoves the plate at him. "Here," he says in a rush, pinning the boy with a direct stare that won't take no for an answer. "Eat it or throw it away, I don't care."
Changmin looks startled, then simply bewildered. "Um," he responds.
"You're welcome," Jaejoong tells him. He hears footsteps echo down the stairwell and figures that must be Yoochun, finally, and Jaejoong had better go meet him halfway to avoid an awkward situation. He casts one last look at Changmin, shrugs, and goes back inside.
* * * * *
"Hey, wait," Changmin interrupts, and his classmate halts mid-conversation with a roll of his eyes.
"Yes, your highness, what is it?"
Changmin leans forward, both arms resting on the window sill, as his eyes track a certain figure outside. "That girl, the tall one with the shoulder-length hair, who is she?"
"Which-? Oh, her. That's Kim Jaehwa, second year. I wouldn't, if I were you."
"Wouldn't what?" Changmin challenges for the sake of argument. He almost looks bored as he watches her cross the courtyard. There's something strange about her, and he first thinks maybe it's her appearance, or the way she walks. Then he realizes it's the fact that she's alone. There's no girl friend hanging on her arm, heads together and giggling.
"She's cold, man. Jaehwa rejects everyone." There's a pause before he adds, carefully, "I wouldn't think you'd try, anyway, so soon after..."
Changmin refuses to dignify that with a reply. It's behind him, and he's only a little heartbroken. Happens to everybody, all the time (he keeps telling himself that and knows it's true, really). He'll get over it, even the mortifying part afterwards, being seen. Jaehwa doesn't seem like the gossiping type, though (and the cake she had given him - forced on him, actually - had been scrumptious). Changmin wonders if it would be terribly inappropriate to thank her.
"Hey, why do you want to know about Jaehwa, anyway?"
Changmin ponders the question himself, and inwardly debates over the various answers at his disposal. There's suspicion in his classmate's eyes, an excited gleam that Changmin could easily encourage with a truthful admission. Jaehwa is pretty and mysterious, aloof and abrupt, and in a very halting fashion, maybe she is kind. She doesn't deserve to have that brief, perhaps insignificant act of kindness betrayed (and Changmin rather likes keeping it to himself).
So he shrugs and slumps against the window, his gaze becoming unfocused. Jaehwa had long since disappeared into the building. "I heard some of the upperclassmen talking, that's all."
end
You can expect more XY drabbles in the future, maybe soon, maybe not. This was kind of a warm-up to convince myself I can prod at M&M some more.