[FIC] Summer Memory Ch 3/9
Title: Summer Memory
Pairings: Hints of Yunjae, Yoosu
Rating: G
Genre: Adventure, General
A/N: This was my first ever fanfic, written way back in Summer '08 when I first found out about TVXQ.
Summary: The guys take a hard-earned break in the Mediterranean one summer, as they recount all their close-calls that happened in their past. Each member has his own story to tell. . .with the help of an angel :3
~~~~~CHAPTER 3~~~~~
Changmin snaps out of his memories as the guys head back to their room. Opening the door, they are greeted with the sweet smell of flowers.
Someone placed a small bouquet on each one's pillow.
"How queer! Wonder who gives a guy flowers?!?" Yoochun thinks out loud.
"Heheh, Yoochun's peeved 'cause he can't return the favor- the admirer got to him first!" Junsu laughs.
"But what are we supposed to do with these flowers? They're too small for decoration..." Yunho says.
"Hang on a second, these smell familiar..." Changmin says.
"Awww come on guys, dun you know they're for cooking?!?" Jaejoong sighs.
"Cooking?!?" the others say in unison.
Changmin looks at the little bouquet of flowers as if it’s the last thing on earth he’d ever eat.
"Sure, it’s chamomile! You boil it in hot water and then use it as a tea. It's suppose to help calm and relax you" Hero answers.
"Wow...someone’s thoughtful!" Yunho says.
"Or stalker-full!" Changmin worries.
"But wait, if it was a stalker they would have stolen our stuff and ransacked the room. But everything here is just as we left it..." Junsu says.
"Ahhh, there's a note here!" Jaejoong picks up a note on the night table next to his bed.
"It says 'Went out the other day and saw these growing in a meadow. Hope you use them for your busy lives! Annyeong!' "
"...huh, that's weird! But I'm glad it wasn't anything more serious..." Yoochun says.
As all of them change to go eat Greek food, Yoochun's mind goes back to his experience with not-so-thoughtful fans. . .
"Ok guys, we're done taking photos for the photobook! That's all for today! Everyone get some rest and get back safely!" The photographer wraps up the shoot as the manager walks over to him and discusses something with him.
"Man I'm tired...guess I still haven't gotten over this jet lag..." Yunho yawns.
"Aww, everyone's still not used to Prague...and the weather doesn't help!" Jaejoong says, looking up at the cloudy gray sky.
"Still, after some coffee and food we should be ready to go and do some sightseeing! What do you guys think?" Junsu says.
"Ahhh, you read my mind! I'll go ask manager-hyung right now!" Changmin runs off.
"Hope the manager gives us sometime to roam around; we could certainly use the freedom!" Yoochun exclaims. Pretty soon though Changmin returns with a sad look on his face.
Shaking his head, he says, "Manager-hyung says to get our butts back to the hotel and rest."
"Aish! So we're gonna be imprisoned in our rooms for the rest of the day? We’ve been indoors forever! The one day we get out and are able to breathe we’re going back in because of the sucky weather again? When're we gonna go outside and breathe a little?!?"
"Easy Chun, I think the stress and fatigue's getting to you"
"Sigh...thanks Jaejoong, well, guess we might as well head back as the general ordered us to..."
Saying this, they all wrap their gray wool overcoats around themselves tightly and, covering their mouths with their scarves, silently walked back the few blocks to the hotel.
A few hours later the guys are still obediently staying in their rooms.
Yunho and Jaejoong changed into tank tops and gray sweats and are taking a nap, trying to get use to the time change. Junsu is surfing the web, wearing a soccer jersey and pajama pants, while Changmin lies on the couch reading a book, in a t-shirt and sweats.
Yoochun is pacing up and down restlessly. He already tried playing the piano to get his mind off things but that didn't work. Then he changed to flipping through the t.v. channels, which were all in Czech anyway, and turned off the tv when Max whacked him across the head with the book, telling him he was "trying to read here!"
Now his frustration and adrenaline energy is building inside him. Yoochun is the only one not in sweats and lounge clothes. Clad in a black sweater and dark-washed skinny jeans, he looked like he was going somewhere.
Suddenly, he grabs his coat from before, gets his black scarf and fedora hat and changes his shoes into boots. He calls over his shoulder to Junsu and Changmin,"Yo! I'm going out to buy some food...be right back!" "
“Hm, yeah, sure sure, ok..." they both answer, barely taking their eyes off from what they're doing. Without another word, he walks out. Something was going to happen, you could sense it...
Yoochun slips out unnoticed by the manager as well as some lingering fans, who were hanging around hoping to get a glimpse of the famous quintet. He briskly walks down a few blocks before exhaling a sigh of relief and, easing his shoulders, enjoys the stroll.
The roads in Prague weren't that much different from those in Korea- narrow, run-down, yet antique, as if they had their own story to tell.
He passes by a few little stores until one catches his attention. It was one of those curiosity stores with many knick-knacks and random trinkets inside. He steps inside and browses around the various objects. Since it was stuffy and hot in there, he loosens his black scarf so that it hangs loosely around his neck, no longer covering his nose and mouth.
After sometime, he decides to buy five identical necklaces for each member as a souvenir and memory of their time in Prague. The necklaces had a single thin, black leather string, with a small pendant of the Czech Republic's coat-of-arms. Paying for the necklaces, he steps out of the store and makes a mental note to stop by again later on to browse around the area some more.
As he stands outside the store, Yoochun hears a gasp and a girlish cry. Then there were mutters of what seemed to be rushed Czech and finally a single shout with a pointed finger towards him.
Yoochun, without a word and without understanding what the girls were saying, realizes that he has been seen. Without a second thought he takes to his feet and runs, grasping the plastic bag with the necklaces tightly. He flies through the streets and alleys, but the dozen or so girls are on his heels, shrieking in their unknown language. Although he's very tired, Yoochun speeds up.
He darts through more meandering alleyways, taking so many turns that I'm completely lost as to where we are. He finally ducks in a doorway and holds his breath as the girls rush past. He's breathing hard and I can see his chest heaving up and down.
My wings were tingling with exertion to try and be able to keep up with him. Seriously, that guy should try out for the Olympics one day...but enough joking for now.
After he calms down enough to think, I see a look of dread flit across his eyes. His eyes widen and I could read his face like a book right then- he had no idea where -we- were. He groans, and with a grimace, squats down, his head in his hands.
Just then it chose to rain. Right on cue, as if this a scene from some drama. He lifts his face up towards the sky with a look of despair on his face, asking the heavens why now they decided to let the rain fall.
"And this wool overcoat and fedora hat won't help at all. Pretty soon I'll be soaked through! Serves me right though. I should've listened. Where are the others..." He looked so pitiful.
A long way up the alley, I see a moving figure. I squint my eyes and make out a young lady holding an umbrella in one hand and a grocery bag in the other, wearing a shiny yellow raincoat, skinny jeans, and rubber boots.
Perfect! I fly over to were she is, turning into a white butterfly. She sees me and gasps, "Oh! A butterfly! But here? In the winter? In the rain? Oh wait wait- your wings'll get wet!"
She follows me as I lead her to a poor, pathetic-looking Yoochun. I vanish just as she catches sight of him, still squatting, eyes closed with a face lifted up towards the sky, as if he's lost the will to fight back.
"Oh my goodness- are you alright?" she asks him with a shocked expression.
"Now this is gonna be interesting" I think with a half-smile.
Pairings: Hints of Yunjae, Yoosu
Rating: G
Genre: Adventure, General
A/N: This was my first ever fanfic, written way back in Summer '08 when I first found out about TVXQ.
Summary: The guys take a hard-earned break in the Mediterranean one summer, as they recount all their close-calls that happened in their past. Each member has his own story to tell. . .with the help of an angel :3
~~~~~CHAPTER 3~~~~~
Changmin snaps out of his memories as the guys head back to their room. Opening the door, they are greeted with the sweet smell of flowers.
Someone placed a small bouquet on each one's pillow.
"How queer! Wonder who gives a guy flowers?!?" Yoochun thinks out loud.
"Heheh, Yoochun's peeved 'cause he can't return the favor- the admirer got to him first!" Junsu laughs.
"But what are we supposed to do with these flowers? They're too small for decoration..." Yunho says.
"Hang on a second, these smell familiar..." Changmin says.
"Awww come on guys, dun you know they're for cooking?!?" Jaejoong sighs.
"Cooking?!?" the others say in unison.
Changmin looks at the little bouquet of flowers as if it’s the last thing on earth he’d ever eat.
"Sure, it’s chamomile! You boil it in hot water and then use it as a tea. It's suppose to help calm and relax you" Hero answers.
"Wow...someone’s thoughtful!" Yunho says.
"Or stalker-full!" Changmin worries.
"But wait, if it was a stalker they would have stolen our stuff and ransacked the room. But everything here is just as we left it..." Junsu says.
"Ahhh, there's a note here!" Jaejoong picks up a note on the night table next to his bed.
"It says 'Went out the other day and saw these growing in a meadow. Hope you use them for your busy lives! Annyeong!' "
"...huh, that's weird! But I'm glad it wasn't anything more serious..." Yoochun says.
As all of them change to go eat Greek food, Yoochun's mind goes back to his experience with not-so-thoughtful fans. . .
"Ok guys, we're done taking photos for the photobook! That's all for today! Everyone get some rest and get back safely!" The photographer wraps up the shoot as the manager walks over to him and discusses something with him.
"Man I'm tired...guess I still haven't gotten over this jet lag..." Yunho yawns.
"Aww, everyone's still not used to Prague...and the weather doesn't help!" Jaejoong says, looking up at the cloudy gray sky.
"Still, after some coffee and food we should be ready to go and do some sightseeing! What do you guys think?" Junsu says.
"Ahhh, you read my mind! I'll go ask manager-hyung right now!" Changmin runs off.
"Hope the manager gives us sometime to roam around; we could certainly use the freedom!" Yoochun exclaims. Pretty soon though Changmin returns with a sad look on his face.
Shaking his head, he says, "Manager-hyung says to get our butts back to the hotel and rest."
"Aish! So we're gonna be imprisoned in our rooms for the rest of the day? We’ve been indoors forever! The one day we get out and are able to breathe we’re going back in because of the sucky weather again? When're we gonna go outside and breathe a little?!?"
"Easy Chun, I think the stress and fatigue's getting to you"
"Sigh...thanks Jaejoong, well, guess we might as well head back as the general ordered us to..."
Saying this, they all wrap their gray wool overcoats around themselves tightly and, covering their mouths with their scarves, silently walked back the few blocks to the hotel.
A few hours later the guys are still obediently staying in their rooms.
Yunho and Jaejoong changed into tank tops and gray sweats and are taking a nap, trying to get use to the time change. Junsu is surfing the web, wearing a soccer jersey and pajama pants, while Changmin lies on the couch reading a book, in a t-shirt and sweats.
Yoochun is pacing up and down restlessly. He already tried playing the piano to get his mind off things but that didn't work. Then he changed to flipping through the t.v. channels, which were all in Czech anyway, and turned off the tv when Max whacked him across the head with the book, telling him he was "trying to read here!"
Now his frustration and adrenaline energy is building inside him. Yoochun is the only one not in sweats and lounge clothes. Clad in a black sweater and dark-washed skinny jeans, he looked like he was going somewhere.
Suddenly, he grabs his coat from before, gets his black scarf and fedora hat and changes his shoes into boots. He calls over his shoulder to Junsu and Changmin,"Yo! I'm going out to buy some food...be right back!" "
“Hm, yeah, sure sure, ok..." they both answer, barely taking their eyes off from what they're doing. Without another word, he walks out. Something was going to happen, you could sense it...
Yoochun slips out unnoticed by the manager as well as some lingering fans, who were hanging around hoping to get a glimpse of the famous quintet. He briskly walks down a few blocks before exhaling a sigh of relief and, easing his shoulders, enjoys the stroll.
The roads in Prague weren't that much different from those in Korea- narrow, run-down, yet antique, as if they had their own story to tell.
He passes by a few little stores until one catches his attention. It was one of those curiosity stores with many knick-knacks and random trinkets inside. He steps inside and browses around the various objects. Since it was stuffy and hot in there, he loosens his black scarf so that it hangs loosely around his neck, no longer covering his nose and mouth.
After sometime, he decides to buy five identical necklaces for each member as a souvenir and memory of their time in Prague. The necklaces had a single thin, black leather string, with a small pendant of the Czech Republic's coat-of-arms. Paying for the necklaces, he steps out of the store and makes a mental note to stop by again later on to browse around the area some more.
As he stands outside the store, Yoochun hears a gasp and a girlish cry. Then there were mutters of what seemed to be rushed Czech and finally a single shout with a pointed finger towards him.
Yoochun, without a word and without understanding what the girls were saying, realizes that he has been seen. Without a second thought he takes to his feet and runs, grasping the plastic bag with the necklaces tightly. He flies through the streets and alleys, but the dozen or so girls are on his heels, shrieking in their unknown language. Although he's very tired, Yoochun speeds up.
He darts through more meandering alleyways, taking so many turns that I'm completely lost as to where we are. He finally ducks in a doorway and holds his breath as the girls rush past. He's breathing hard and I can see his chest heaving up and down.
My wings were tingling with exertion to try and be able to keep up with him. Seriously, that guy should try out for the Olympics one day...but enough joking for now.
After he calms down enough to think, I see a look of dread flit across his eyes. His eyes widen and I could read his face like a book right then- he had no idea where -we- were. He groans, and with a grimace, squats down, his head in his hands.
Just then it chose to rain. Right on cue, as if this a scene from some drama. He lifts his face up towards the sky with a look of despair on his face, asking the heavens why now they decided to let the rain fall.
"And this wool overcoat and fedora hat won't help at all. Pretty soon I'll be soaked through! Serves me right though. I should've listened. Where are the others..." He looked so pitiful.
A long way up the alley, I see a moving figure. I squint my eyes and make out a young lady holding an umbrella in one hand and a grocery bag in the other, wearing a shiny yellow raincoat, skinny jeans, and rubber boots.
Perfect! I fly over to were she is, turning into a white butterfly. She sees me and gasps, "Oh! A butterfly! But here? In the winter? In the rain? Oh wait wait- your wings'll get wet!"
She follows me as I lead her to a poor, pathetic-looking Yoochun. I vanish just as she catches sight of him, still squatting, eyes closed with a face lifted up towards the sky, as if he's lost the will to fight back.
"Oh my goodness- are you alright?" she asks him with a shocked expression.
"Now this is gonna be interesting" I think with a half-smile.