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Summary: Life has never been easy for one Kim Jaejoong. He fell in love with the one who saved him from falling a year back, but only knew his name. After he met the person, the person thought he liked his good friend instead. Why did Lady Luck seem to hate him so much?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the bizarre idea, not even the title
A/N: third chapter, finally~!
I’ve counted the votes that come in, and this one wins, followed by Law and Order and finally Four Seasons. I’ll try to update the answer part to Law and Order tomorrow, but I can’t promise you because I have to go to my future college and do the entrance test m(-_-)m I’m so sorry~
I’m working on a new series (yes, kill me now) based on a plot bunny given by tora_robin. It’s short, only six chapters in total, so I’m asking you this: do you want me to start now or wait until later on? :3
Chapter Three - Practices and Dates
Jaejoong groaned and turned around to avoid the glaring sunlight that streamed through the window of his room. After a few moments of brain-not-functioning-properly, he finally wondered why the heck the sun shone on him, and why his arm was falling asleep, as well as his shoulder aching.
He blinked his eyes open and noticed that he was on the large futon again. How he managed to teleport from his own bed to the futon was still beyond him, and how natural it seemed to the two of them still amazed him as well.
“Min?” Jaejoong asked, trying to free his sleeping arm which was under Changmin. “Min, wake up, it’s morning,” he yawned, poking Changmin’s side.
“Five more minutes, Umma,” Changmin mumbled as he turned around and buried his face in his pillow.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, but was thankful his arm was freed now. He turned to look at his cell phone when it started ringing, and was confused when it showed Seven’s number-yes, he was told Seven’s number when Seven decided they should know each other’s number in case there was a change in schedule.
“Yeoboseyo?” he greeted, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
“Jae, sorry to bother you. There’s practice after school today, just the three of us for the competition the day after tomorrow, so be sure to come,” Seven said almost cheerfully. “Oh, and why aren’t you here already? That’s so very rare. Yunho has been asking about you since five minutes ago.”
Dread filled Jaejoong’s entire being, and he slowly turned to look at the digital clock on his bedside table. It showed 7:15, a good fifteen minutes over the start of morning practice.
He fought the urge to let out a string of curses as he started to panic. “Ah! I’m so sorry! I’ll get there as soon as possible!”
Seven laughed from the other end. “No worries Jae. I know what happened yesterday. You must be tired. Don’t rush here, we’re okay.”
“Thank you for your concern, hyung,” Jaejoong said respectfully. “But it’s my duty to come to practices, especially since the competition is only two days away. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
“If you say so,” Seven replied. “We’ll be waiting. Remember, don’t rush yourself.”
“Okay. Please tell Yunho I’m sorry!” Jaejoong said, and hung up.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin asked, looking at him through bleary eyes. He sat up on the futon and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep.
“I’m late!” Jaejoong screamed, and with a blur of white and black, he was gone from the room.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Junsu pouted as he poked his pancakes with his fork. He was sitting in the kitchen with Changmin while Jaejoong was rushing around the room, collecting his things and changing into his uniform.
“I hate it when he has morning practices,” Junsu sulked, cutting a piece of the pancake and shoving it into his mouth. “He’ll get all panicky and rushed… and he can’t cook a lot.”
“Look at the bright side, he still packs your lunch for you,” Changmin shrugged, combing his hair with his free hand and looking over at Jaejoong who was rushing back to the kitchen-now in his uniform-to pack lunch for the four of them.
“Minnie, hold on to my lunch. Su-ie, give Chunnie’s to him when you meet him,” Jaejoong reminded them as he placed two boxes beside each. “I’m going now, see you at class!” he announced, and then he was gone from the apartment.
“See? He’s gone like a whirlwind,” Junsu commented, pointing at the front door which was closed by now. He looked over at the clock, and noted that it had taken Jaejoong about twenty minutes to do his morning routine that day.
“I’m afraid some of the foods are half-cooked,” Changmin mumbled as he opened the lunch box and examined the various pieces of meat and vegetables strewn on top of the rice.
“Hey! Don’t say that!” Junsu scolded as he slapped Changmin’s arm. “Trust your mother a little, will you? He usually takes long because he decorates the lunch. He believes pretty-looking foods taste better,” Junsu huffed.
“I know, I was kidding,” Changmin mused. For a small man like Junsu, his slap stung like a bitch.
“I want to go back to sleep~” Junsu whined.
“I still want to eat more~” Changmin whined beside him.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“I’m here!” Jaejoong announced as he banged the door to the club room open, and panted slightly as he tried his hardest to catch his breath. “I’m sorry for being late!” he added, still a little panicked.
“Calm down, Jae,” Seven patted his shoulder. “We still have about forty minutes,” he added, looking at the clock hanging above the lockers.
“Go change,” Yunho pointed the uniform he had placed on the bench. “We’ll be at the outside court.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong nodded and put his bag on the bench before he proceeded to change. He was thankful the other members weren’t told to come for practice for these two days because they wanted to concentrate. After the competition was over, however, they’d be back again.
Jaejoong frowned at the thought of the girls. He was starting to worry and be wary of them after the locker incident. Who knew what else they could do?
He sighed and tied up the sash around his waist, before taking his bow and arrows. “I think I’m forgetting something,” he mumbled to himself as he walked over to the door. He pushed it open slightly, and paused.
“Ah damn it, I forgot the poster!” he exclaimed and rushed back towards his bag to call Changmin or Junsu to bring the poster for him. The door he was holding slammed close on its own accord because of the hinge at the top, and outside, both Seven and Yunho missed the target.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong and Yunho both raised their bows together, arrow ready in hand. They positioned their arrows and drew back the string. Everything was done with the exact same timing that if an outsider was to watch them spar, they’d think they were trained to synchronize like that.
The arrows were let go and it shot towards the target almost two hundred meters away from them. They embedded themselves in the center circle, in between twenty other arrows.
“Twenty-second round, go!” Seven called out, and the two quickly bent down to pick another arrow. The routine of raising their bow, positioning the arrow and drawing back the string was repeated with the same timing that scared almost all other members of their archery club.
Ever since the archery club was formed last year, many students applied for a position in the club. Not many passed, and from the ones who passed, not many had talents in archery either.
It was then that Seven noticed Jaejoong. He applied with the other students, but he showed talents in archery, especially since he had very good eyesight. Yunho noticed it too, and thus, Seven paired Jaejoong and Yunho up so they could practice together while he tried to teach the other members.
At first, Jaejoong couldn’t even last five rounds with Yunho. But, as time went by, he became better, and their movements were somehow synchronized, as if they’d practiced together for years.
The twenty-second arrow struck the inner circle again, and it looked like the circle was already full of arrows.
“Twenty-third round, go!” Seven called out again, and the routine was repeated all over again.
At the thirtieth round, Jaejoong’s arrow finally missed and struck the second circle from the center instead. He looked at it in disappointment and sighed tiredly, before turning around to look at Yunho. “So I can’t beat the world’s number one archer after all,” he pouted.
Yunho laughed and tapped Jaejoong’s forehead lightly with his knuckle. “Whatever. Practice ends in five minutes. Are you coming to retrieve the arrows?” he asked.
Yunho jumped down to the field followed by Jaejoong, and they walked over to the target to retrieve their arrows. After they finished retrieving them, they held onto their own arrows.
“I’ll race you there,” Yunho said as he looked at his watch. “Loser treats winner something.”
“Deal!” Jaejoong agreed, and they took off running towards the club room, shouting at each other, accusing the other of cheating whenever the other deviated from their track a little too much.
Seven laughed as he watched the two partners compete. “Tsk, tsk, they’re so childish,” he commented as he shook his head, but a small smile graced his features.
Jaejoong arrived a split second faster than Yunho, and Seven handed them their towels and quivers.
“Ha, I’ll be waiting for the treat,” Jaejoong stated triumphantly as he panted and wiped his face with the towel. “Ah, damn, I haven’t run that fast for a while.”
“Oh?” Yunho raised an eyebrow, also wiping his face with the towel. “I thought you ran that fast when you were rushing to school earlier,” he teased, and successfully got his foot stomped by Jaejoong.
“Violent little creature,” he mumbled as Jaejoong stuck his tongue at him.
“School’s starting in ten minutes,” Seven announced, looking at the clock again. “Get changed you two. And don’t race each other to the school building,” he added, laughing slightly.
Jaejoong blushed and glared at Yunho, mouthing this-is-all-your-fault while Yunho merely shrugged nonchalantly.
“I’ll be going first. See you two at practice after school,” Seven said, and walked into the club room to change.
“Ah, ten minutes,” Jaejoong sighed as he got up to the platform and gathered his arrows and bow. “I’m going inside to change,” he added.
“I know that, you don’t have to announce it to the whole world,” Yunho retorted, and stepped aside when Jaejoong moved to stomp his foot again. “Oh, and thanks for the chocolates yesterday. They were nice.”
Jaejoong paused, blinked a few times, and looked at him. “Pardon?”
“I said, thanks for the chocolates, they were nice,” Yunho repeated. “No you didn’t hear wrong. Or do you want me to get you a hearing aid so you can be surer about what you hear?” he offered.
Jaejoong slapped his arm. “Quit teasing me!” he protested and huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “But no, I mean, you seriously ate them?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Yunho asked back. “Didn’t I tell you I was going to eat them?”
“No you didn’t.”
“Oh, okay. So I did.”
“They were actually still edible?” Jaejoong asked again.
“Yes they were, and they were quite delicious as well,” Yunho sighed. “Next time I’ll tell someone to deliver the message to you. It’s a pain in the neck thanking you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Jaejoong-almost-squeaked indignantly.
“It means that,” Yunho started, “you seem to disbelieve the fact that you deserve the thanks.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong mumbled. “Um, you’re welcome?”
“Say it without the question mark.”
“You’re welcome.”
“That’s better.”
At the distance, the bell that signified that students should assemble in their classes-five minutes before the class started-rung.
“Shit, the bell!”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Jae.”
“Please do.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Why were you late this morning?” Junsu asked as he stared at Jaejoong. His other hand was holding a piece of meat out for Yoochun.
“Morning practice,” Jaejoong sighed. “Don’t remind me. Yunho was late too, though,” he shrugged and shoved a piece of meat into his mouth.
“Oh, I forgot, the poster is in my bag,” Changmin stated suddenly. “I’ll give it to you later. What is it for, anyway?”
“For something,” Jaejoong shrugged. He took a piece of small shrimp and held it up. “Say ah.”
Changmin took it in his mouth and looked at him strangely. “No, seriously, what is it for? Did something happen? Why were you in that place yesterday anyway?”
“Um… you’re not going to like it,” Jaejoong shook his head. “If you promise me you’re not going to get angry or kill anyone, I’ll show you why.”
“Why do I have a very bad feeling about this?” Changmin asked himself. “Okay then, I agree,” he nodded.
Jaejoong looked at him suspiciously. “Okay…” he mumbled. “I’ll show you before class starts.”
They finished their lunches in peace, and then walked together to their classroom, making a pit stop at the locker area to take their bags and the poster.
“Here,” Jaejoong said as he opened his locker door.
Yoochun frowned, Junsu gasped, and Changmin stared at it.
“Um, Minnie-ah, the poster?” Jaejoong asked, stretching his hand out. Changmin handed him the poster and he unrolled it, taping it at the back of his locker to cover the words.
“Ah hyung,” Junsu called, blinking a little. “System of a Down? I didn’t know you like them.”
“Hey, it was a freebie from a magazine I bought a looooong time ago!” Jaejoong protested, stretching the long.
“Right.”
“It’s true!”
“Yes, and you think I didn’t see that stack of Fort Minor CDs? And the Cold Play posters?”
“Fine. I like rock and heavy metal.”
“Wah, umma, you told me you hated noises!”
“They’re not categorized as noises!”
”Whatever, hyung, whatever.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“You three go on ahead. I’ve got practice,” Jaejoong said as he gave Junsu his bag. “Min, are you going home today?”
“Yes, my mother told me to come home,” Changmin shrugged. “I’ll come over this weekend.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong nodded. “Please put this in my room, Su.”
“Right-o.”
“Well, I’ll see you guys later then,” Jaejoong waved and walked away, towards the club room.
Once he was out of sight, Yoochun and Junsu turned to look at Changmin.
“Spill.”
“What?” Changmin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Why did you look so calm back then?” Junsu asked.
“Well, it was my promise not to get angry,” Changmin shrugged. “And anyway,” he started, smirking slightly, “he didn’t say I can’t pay them back.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Hey Jae, do you want to go to the nearby café today?” Seven asked as Jaejoong fixed the string of his bow. All members of the archery club were given their own uniform, bow, and set of arrows.
“Um? What occasion is it?” he asked.
“Nothing, just feeling like it,” Seven shrugged. “Yunho’s coming as well,” he added.
“Oh,” Jaejoong mumbled. “Okay, why not?” he shrugged.
“Great. Wait for me there then. Ask Yunho where it is, he knows,” Seven stated, and walked out of the club room.
A few seconds later, Yunho walked inside, looking a little troubled.
“Is there something wrong?” Jaejoong asked, looking up from his bow again. At this rate, he’d never be able to fix his bow.
“No,” Yunho shook his head. “I just find something to be a little strange,” he shrugged.
“Oh, about the hang out at the café?” Jaejoong asked.
“Yea… he doesn’t usually insist I go,” Yunho shrugged again. “Maybe he wants a get-together before a big competition. I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s possible,” Jaejoong pondered. “Where’s your bow?” he asked.
“I’m taking it. Why else am I here?” Yunho raised an eyebrow.
“To talk to me?” Jaejoong grinned.
“Ha, you wish.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Thank you for your hard work,” Seven flashed the two a smile. “I’ll stay back for a while to make sure nothing is left inside, and lock up. You two go on ahead.”
“Okay, don’t take too long,” Jaejoong nodded and turned to look at Yunho. “Lead the way. I don’t know where it is.”
“At least you’re honest,” Yunho shook his head. “Come on then, I’ll show you the way,” he took Jaejoong’s hand in his and walked towards the front gate.
“I’m not a kid,” Jaejoong pouted, but didn’t pull his hand away.
“Who said you are?” Yunho snickered, then paused. “Where’s your bag?” he asked.
“Only noticed it now, Mr. Smarty?” Jaejoong chuckled. “I asked Junsu to bring it home.”
“Slave driver.”
“Whatever. I’ve heard it too often.”
“That’s because you are.”
“Whatever, Yunho, whatever.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Welcome!” a waitress greeted them as they stepped into the small café with glass walls and doors. The sides were lined with potted plants of all kinds, ranging from flowering plants to the non-flowering plants. “A table for two?” she asked, smiling widely at them.
“Eh? No, a table for three,” Jaejoong shook his head.
“Ah? Are you waiting for someone?” she asked again, still smiling. “Okay, follow me,” she said, and walked inside, showing them to a table near the window. “Is here okay?”
“Okay,” Jaejoong answered and quickly went to sit down. “What are you looking at? Sit down,” he urged when he saw Yunho still standing.
“Ah, yes,” Yunho sat down in front of him and placed his bag on the seat beside him.
The waitress giggled lightly. “Do you want to order something?”
“Um…” Jaejoong mumbled, looking at the menu. The drinks were pretty expensive but he heard they were good.
“Order something,” Yunho urged. “I’m paying.”
“Eh? You don’t have to,” Jaejoong shook his head.
“I lost the race,” Yunho shrugged. “I’ll have one cup of black coffee.”
“One caramel macchiato,” Jaejoong mumbled. “And a slice of blueberry cheesecake.”
“So now you feel at ease,” Yunho pointed out.
“Can’t say no, too tempting dear,” Jaejoong giggled. “After all you were the one who proposed the race.”
The waitress wrote down their orders. “One cup of black coffee, a glass of caramel macchiato and a slice of blueberry cheesecake coming right up~!” and she was gone.
They sat in silence for a while.
“Why is Seven-hyung taking so long?” Jaejoong wondered out loud. “Locking up shouldn’t take that long.”
“Why don’t you call him?” Yunho suggested.
“No way, you’re better acquainted with him!” Jaejoong protested.
“I wasn’t the one with a crush on him,” Yunho rolled his eyes. “And I thought someone who’s head over heels another will do anything to be close to their loved one.”
“Shut up. You watched too much high school drama.”
“And you’re very unlike those girls.”
“I’m not a girl!”
“Of course. Who said you are?”
“I hate you.”
“I know. I love you too.”
Jaejoong huffed. One day or another, he’d beat Yunho in his word games, and he was sure of it.
“Hey,” Yunho started after a few moments of silence, “are you nervous?”
“About the competition? Yeah… I’d be lying if I said no,” Jaejoong sighed.
“Here are your orders, dear,” the waitress said cheerfully as she placed their orders in front of them. “Call me if you’d like something else,” she added, giggled, and walked off to serve the other customers.
Yunho opened the lid of the bowl and put two cubes of sugar into his coffee, stirring it slowly. “This is the first competition we’re attending together this year,” he added. “And you’ve improved enough since the last time.”
“I know…” Jaejoong mumbled. “It was either you two or us together before. I hope I won’t get too nervous this time.”
Yunho laughed. “I’m sure you won’t,” he smiled slightly. “Maybe this time you can get third place.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong asked, smiling a little.
“Because the first and second are for me and Seven.”
Jaejoong laughed and slapped Yunho’s arm. “Confident jerk,” he grinned.
“You were the one who started it,” Yunho grinned back, and took a sip of his coffee. “Now eat that before I decide to eat it for you,” he added, pointing at the cake.
Jaejoong glared at him and pulled the plate close to him protectively.
“Kid.”
“Shut up.”
Suddenly, their phones rang, and they looked at each other.
“Wait,” Yunho said as he picked up the call. “Yeoboseyo?”
Meanwhile, Jaejoong checked the new message that arrived.
“Hey Yunho, I’m sorry, but I can’t come,” Seven said from the other end. “Take care of Jaejoong for me, yes? Don’t get home too late, or you should walk him home.”
Without waiting for Yunho to reply, Seven hung up.
Jaejoong looked at him in question, and looked back down at his cell phone, reading the new message.
After reading it, Jaejoong seriously didn’t know whether he should be happy or cry.
“What’s wrong?” Yunho asked. “Oh, Seven called me to say he can’t come… strange, he was the one who asked me to come here, and now he can’t himself…”
“That’s the problem,” Jaejoong shook his head. “That is the problem.”
“What do you mean?” Yunho asked raising an eyebrow.
Instead of answering, Jaejoong handed his cell phone over to him.
Sender: Seven-hyung
Message: Hey Jae. How is it? Is it going smoothly? Report to me tomorrow XD
“So… he thought…”
“Yes,” Jaejoong mumbled grimly, pursing his lips. “He thought I like you. And he’s setting us up.”
End of Chapter Three
Finished~! So, the one who saw them in the empty classroom was Seven, and he thought Jae liked Yunho :3
I know this is lame, please don’t shoot me *gets whacked* this doesn’t follow the outline, since, if it does, it’ll be very short. I extended it to reach seven to eight pages, and voila~ it’s fun though
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the bizarre idea, not even the title
A/N: third chapter, finally~!
I’ve counted the votes that come in, and this one wins, followed by Law and Order and finally Four Seasons. I’ll try to update the answer part to Law and Order tomorrow, but I can’t promise you because I have to go to my future college and do the entrance test m(-_-)m I’m so sorry~
I’m working on a new series (yes, kill me now) based on a plot bunny given by tora_robin. It’s short, only six chapters in total, so I’m asking you this: do you want me to start now or wait until later on? :3
Chapter Three - Practices and Dates
Jaejoong groaned and turned around to avoid the glaring sunlight that streamed through the window of his room. After a few moments of brain-not-functioning-properly, he finally wondered why the heck the sun shone on him, and why his arm was falling asleep, as well as his shoulder aching.
He blinked his eyes open and noticed that he was on the large futon again. How he managed to teleport from his own bed to the futon was still beyond him, and how natural it seemed to the two of them still amazed him as well.
“Min?” Jaejoong asked, trying to free his sleeping arm which was under Changmin. “Min, wake up, it’s morning,” he yawned, poking Changmin’s side.
“Five more minutes, Umma,” Changmin mumbled as he turned around and buried his face in his pillow.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, but was thankful his arm was freed now. He turned to look at his cell phone when it started ringing, and was confused when it showed Seven’s number-yes, he was told Seven’s number when Seven decided they should know each other’s number in case there was a change in schedule.
“Yeoboseyo?” he greeted, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
“Jae, sorry to bother you. There’s practice after school today, just the three of us for the competition the day after tomorrow, so be sure to come,” Seven said almost cheerfully. “Oh, and why aren’t you here already? That’s so very rare. Yunho has been asking about you since five minutes ago.”
Dread filled Jaejoong’s entire being, and he slowly turned to look at the digital clock on his bedside table. It showed 7:15, a good fifteen minutes over the start of morning practice.
He fought the urge to let out a string of curses as he started to panic. “Ah! I’m so sorry! I’ll get there as soon as possible!”
Seven laughed from the other end. “No worries Jae. I know what happened yesterday. You must be tired. Don’t rush here, we’re okay.”
“Thank you for your concern, hyung,” Jaejoong said respectfully. “But it’s my duty to come to practices, especially since the competition is only two days away. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
“If you say so,” Seven replied. “We’ll be waiting. Remember, don’t rush yourself.”
“Okay. Please tell Yunho I’m sorry!” Jaejoong said, and hung up.
“What’s wrong?” Changmin asked, looking at him through bleary eyes. He sat up on the futon and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep.
“I’m late!” Jaejoong screamed, and with a blur of white and black, he was gone from the room.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Junsu pouted as he poked his pancakes with his fork. He was sitting in the kitchen with Changmin while Jaejoong was rushing around the room, collecting his things and changing into his uniform.
“I hate it when he has morning practices,” Junsu sulked, cutting a piece of the pancake and shoving it into his mouth. “He’ll get all panicky and rushed… and he can’t cook a lot.”
“Look at the bright side, he still packs your lunch for you,” Changmin shrugged, combing his hair with his free hand and looking over at Jaejoong who was rushing back to the kitchen-now in his uniform-to pack lunch for the four of them.
“Minnie, hold on to my lunch. Su-ie, give Chunnie’s to him when you meet him,” Jaejoong reminded them as he placed two boxes beside each. “I’m going now, see you at class!” he announced, and then he was gone from the apartment.
“See? He’s gone like a whirlwind,” Junsu commented, pointing at the front door which was closed by now. He looked over at the clock, and noted that it had taken Jaejoong about twenty minutes to do his morning routine that day.
“I’m afraid some of the foods are half-cooked,” Changmin mumbled as he opened the lunch box and examined the various pieces of meat and vegetables strewn on top of the rice.
“Hey! Don’t say that!” Junsu scolded as he slapped Changmin’s arm. “Trust your mother a little, will you? He usually takes long because he decorates the lunch. He believes pretty-looking foods taste better,” Junsu huffed.
“I know, I was kidding,” Changmin mused. For a small man like Junsu, his slap stung like a bitch.
“I want to go back to sleep~” Junsu whined.
“I still want to eat more~” Changmin whined beside him.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“I’m here!” Jaejoong announced as he banged the door to the club room open, and panted slightly as he tried his hardest to catch his breath. “I’m sorry for being late!” he added, still a little panicked.
“Calm down, Jae,” Seven patted his shoulder. “We still have about forty minutes,” he added, looking at the clock hanging above the lockers.
“Go change,” Yunho pointed the uniform he had placed on the bench. “We’ll be at the outside court.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong nodded and put his bag on the bench before he proceeded to change. He was thankful the other members weren’t told to come for practice for these two days because they wanted to concentrate. After the competition was over, however, they’d be back again.
Jaejoong frowned at the thought of the girls. He was starting to worry and be wary of them after the locker incident. Who knew what else they could do?
He sighed and tied up the sash around his waist, before taking his bow and arrows. “I think I’m forgetting something,” he mumbled to himself as he walked over to the door. He pushed it open slightly, and paused.
“Ah damn it, I forgot the poster!” he exclaimed and rushed back towards his bag to call Changmin or Junsu to bring the poster for him. The door he was holding slammed close on its own accord because of the hinge at the top, and outside, both Seven and Yunho missed the target.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong and Yunho both raised their bows together, arrow ready in hand. They positioned their arrows and drew back the string. Everything was done with the exact same timing that if an outsider was to watch them spar, they’d think they were trained to synchronize like that.
The arrows were let go and it shot towards the target almost two hundred meters away from them. They embedded themselves in the center circle, in between twenty other arrows.
“Twenty-second round, go!” Seven called out, and the two quickly bent down to pick another arrow. The routine of raising their bow, positioning the arrow and drawing back the string was repeated with the same timing that scared almost all other members of their archery club.
Ever since the archery club was formed last year, many students applied for a position in the club. Not many passed, and from the ones who passed, not many had talents in archery either.
It was then that Seven noticed Jaejoong. He applied with the other students, but he showed talents in archery, especially since he had very good eyesight. Yunho noticed it too, and thus, Seven paired Jaejoong and Yunho up so they could practice together while he tried to teach the other members.
At first, Jaejoong couldn’t even last five rounds with Yunho. But, as time went by, he became better, and their movements were somehow synchronized, as if they’d practiced together for years.
The twenty-second arrow struck the inner circle again, and it looked like the circle was already full of arrows.
“Twenty-third round, go!” Seven called out again, and the routine was repeated all over again.
At the thirtieth round, Jaejoong’s arrow finally missed and struck the second circle from the center instead. He looked at it in disappointment and sighed tiredly, before turning around to look at Yunho. “So I can’t beat the world’s number one archer after all,” he pouted.
Yunho laughed and tapped Jaejoong’s forehead lightly with his knuckle. “Whatever. Practice ends in five minutes. Are you coming to retrieve the arrows?” he asked.
Yunho jumped down to the field followed by Jaejoong, and they walked over to the target to retrieve their arrows. After they finished retrieving them, they held onto their own arrows.
“I’ll race you there,” Yunho said as he looked at his watch. “Loser treats winner something.”
“Deal!” Jaejoong agreed, and they took off running towards the club room, shouting at each other, accusing the other of cheating whenever the other deviated from their track a little too much.
Seven laughed as he watched the two partners compete. “Tsk, tsk, they’re so childish,” he commented as he shook his head, but a small smile graced his features.
Jaejoong arrived a split second faster than Yunho, and Seven handed them their towels and quivers.
“Ha, I’ll be waiting for the treat,” Jaejoong stated triumphantly as he panted and wiped his face with the towel. “Ah, damn, I haven’t run that fast for a while.”
“Oh?” Yunho raised an eyebrow, also wiping his face with the towel. “I thought you ran that fast when you were rushing to school earlier,” he teased, and successfully got his foot stomped by Jaejoong.
“Violent little creature,” he mumbled as Jaejoong stuck his tongue at him.
“School’s starting in ten minutes,” Seven announced, looking at the clock again. “Get changed you two. And don’t race each other to the school building,” he added, laughing slightly.
Jaejoong blushed and glared at Yunho, mouthing this-is-all-your-fault while Yunho merely shrugged nonchalantly.
“I’ll be going first. See you two at practice after school,” Seven said, and walked into the club room to change.
“Ah, ten minutes,” Jaejoong sighed as he got up to the platform and gathered his arrows and bow. “I’m going inside to change,” he added.
“I know that, you don’t have to announce it to the whole world,” Yunho retorted, and stepped aside when Jaejoong moved to stomp his foot again. “Oh, and thanks for the chocolates yesterday. They were nice.”
Jaejoong paused, blinked a few times, and looked at him. “Pardon?”
“I said, thanks for the chocolates, they were nice,” Yunho repeated. “No you didn’t hear wrong. Or do you want me to get you a hearing aid so you can be surer about what you hear?” he offered.
Jaejoong slapped his arm. “Quit teasing me!” he protested and huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “But no, I mean, you seriously ate them?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Yunho asked back. “Didn’t I tell you I was going to eat them?”
“No you didn’t.”
“Oh, okay. So I did.”
“They were actually still edible?” Jaejoong asked again.
“Yes they were, and they were quite delicious as well,” Yunho sighed. “Next time I’ll tell someone to deliver the message to you. It’s a pain in the neck thanking you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Jaejoong-almost-squeaked indignantly.
“It means that,” Yunho started, “you seem to disbelieve the fact that you deserve the thanks.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong mumbled. “Um, you’re welcome?”
“Say it without the question mark.”
“You’re welcome.”
“That’s better.”
At the distance, the bell that signified that students should assemble in their classes-five minutes before the class started-rung.
“Shit, the bell!”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Jae.”
“Please do.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Why were you late this morning?” Junsu asked as he stared at Jaejoong. His other hand was holding a piece of meat out for Yoochun.
“Morning practice,” Jaejoong sighed. “Don’t remind me. Yunho was late too, though,” he shrugged and shoved a piece of meat into his mouth.
“Oh, I forgot, the poster is in my bag,” Changmin stated suddenly. “I’ll give it to you later. What is it for, anyway?”
“For something,” Jaejoong shrugged. He took a piece of small shrimp and held it up. “Say ah.”
Changmin took it in his mouth and looked at him strangely. “No, seriously, what is it for? Did something happen? Why were you in that place yesterday anyway?”
“Um… you’re not going to like it,” Jaejoong shook his head. “If you promise me you’re not going to get angry or kill anyone, I’ll show you why.”
“Why do I have a very bad feeling about this?” Changmin asked himself. “Okay then, I agree,” he nodded.
Jaejoong looked at him suspiciously. “Okay…” he mumbled. “I’ll show you before class starts.”
They finished their lunches in peace, and then walked together to their classroom, making a pit stop at the locker area to take their bags and the poster.
“Here,” Jaejoong said as he opened his locker door.
Yoochun frowned, Junsu gasped, and Changmin stared at it.
“Um, Minnie-ah, the poster?” Jaejoong asked, stretching his hand out. Changmin handed him the poster and he unrolled it, taping it at the back of his locker to cover the words.
“Ah hyung,” Junsu called, blinking a little. “System of a Down? I didn’t know you like them.”
“Hey, it was a freebie from a magazine I bought a looooong time ago!” Jaejoong protested, stretching the long.
“Right.”
“It’s true!”
“Yes, and you think I didn’t see that stack of Fort Minor CDs? And the Cold Play posters?”
“Fine. I like rock and heavy metal.”
“Wah, umma, you told me you hated noises!”
“They’re not categorized as noises!”
”Whatever, hyung, whatever.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“You three go on ahead. I’ve got practice,” Jaejoong said as he gave Junsu his bag. “Min, are you going home today?”
“Yes, my mother told me to come home,” Changmin shrugged. “I’ll come over this weekend.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong nodded. “Please put this in my room, Su.”
“Right-o.”
“Well, I’ll see you guys later then,” Jaejoong waved and walked away, towards the club room.
Once he was out of sight, Yoochun and Junsu turned to look at Changmin.
“Spill.”
“What?” Changmin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Why did you look so calm back then?” Junsu asked.
“Well, it was my promise not to get angry,” Changmin shrugged. “And anyway,” he started, smirking slightly, “he didn’t say I can’t pay them back.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Hey Jae, do you want to go to the nearby café today?” Seven asked as Jaejoong fixed the string of his bow. All members of the archery club were given their own uniform, bow, and set of arrows.
“Um? What occasion is it?” he asked.
“Nothing, just feeling like it,” Seven shrugged. “Yunho’s coming as well,” he added.
“Oh,” Jaejoong mumbled. “Okay, why not?” he shrugged.
“Great. Wait for me there then. Ask Yunho where it is, he knows,” Seven stated, and walked out of the club room.
A few seconds later, Yunho walked inside, looking a little troubled.
“Is there something wrong?” Jaejoong asked, looking up from his bow again. At this rate, he’d never be able to fix his bow.
“No,” Yunho shook his head. “I just find something to be a little strange,” he shrugged.
“Oh, about the hang out at the café?” Jaejoong asked.
“Yea… he doesn’t usually insist I go,” Yunho shrugged again. “Maybe he wants a get-together before a big competition. I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s possible,” Jaejoong pondered. “Where’s your bow?” he asked.
“I’m taking it. Why else am I here?” Yunho raised an eyebrow.
“To talk to me?” Jaejoong grinned.
“Ha, you wish.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Thank you for your hard work,” Seven flashed the two a smile. “I’ll stay back for a while to make sure nothing is left inside, and lock up. You two go on ahead.”
“Okay, don’t take too long,” Jaejoong nodded and turned to look at Yunho. “Lead the way. I don’t know where it is.”
“At least you’re honest,” Yunho shook his head. “Come on then, I’ll show you the way,” he took Jaejoong’s hand in his and walked towards the front gate.
“I’m not a kid,” Jaejoong pouted, but didn’t pull his hand away.
“Who said you are?” Yunho snickered, then paused. “Where’s your bag?” he asked.
“Only noticed it now, Mr. Smarty?” Jaejoong chuckled. “I asked Junsu to bring it home.”
“Slave driver.”
“Whatever. I’ve heard it too often.”
“That’s because you are.”
“Whatever, Yunho, whatever.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Welcome!” a waitress greeted them as they stepped into the small café with glass walls and doors. The sides were lined with potted plants of all kinds, ranging from flowering plants to the non-flowering plants. “A table for two?” she asked, smiling widely at them.
“Eh? No, a table for three,” Jaejoong shook his head.
“Ah? Are you waiting for someone?” she asked again, still smiling. “Okay, follow me,” she said, and walked inside, showing them to a table near the window. “Is here okay?”
“Okay,” Jaejoong answered and quickly went to sit down. “What are you looking at? Sit down,” he urged when he saw Yunho still standing.
“Ah, yes,” Yunho sat down in front of him and placed his bag on the seat beside him.
The waitress giggled lightly. “Do you want to order something?”
“Um…” Jaejoong mumbled, looking at the menu. The drinks were pretty expensive but he heard they were good.
“Order something,” Yunho urged. “I’m paying.”
“Eh? You don’t have to,” Jaejoong shook his head.
“I lost the race,” Yunho shrugged. “I’ll have one cup of black coffee.”
“One caramel macchiato,” Jaejoong mumbled. “And a slice of blueberry cheesecake.”
“So now you feel at ease,” Yunho pointed out.
“Can’t say no, too tempting dear,” Jaejoong giggled. “After all you were the one who proposed the race.”
The waitress wrote down their orders. “One cup of black coffee, a glass of caramel macchiato and a slice of blueberry cheesecake coming right up~!” and she was gone.
They sat in silence for a while.
“Why is Seven-hyung taking so long?” Jaejoong wondered out loud. “Locking up shouldn’t take that long.”
“Why don’t you call him?” Yunho suggested.
“No way, you’re better acquainted with him!” Jaejoong protested.
“I wasn’t the one with a crush on him,” Yunho rolled his eyes. “And I thought someone who’s head over heels another will do anything to be close to their loved one.”
“Shut up. You watched too much high school drama.”
“And you’re very unlike those girls.”
“I’m not a girl!”
“Of course. Who said you are?”
“I hate you.”
“I know. I love you too.”
Jaejoong huffed. One day or another, he’d beat Yunho in his word games, and he was sure of it.
“Hey,” Yunho started after a few moments of silence, “are you nervous?”
“About the competition? Yeah… I’d be lying if I said no,” Jaejoong sighed.
“Here are your orders, dear,” the waitress said cheerfully as she placed their orders in front of them. “Call me if you’d like something else,” she added, giggled, and walked off to serve the other customers.
Yunho opened the lid of the bowl and put two cubes of sugar into his coffee, stirring it slowly. “This is the first competition we’re attending together this year,” he added. “And you’ve improved enough since the last time.”
“I know…” Jaejoong mumbled. “It was either you two or us together before. I hope I won’t get too nervous this time.”
Yunho laughed. “I’m sure you won’t,” he smiled slightly. “Maybe this time you can get third place.”
“Oh?” Jaejoong asked, smiling a little.
“Because the first and second are for me and Seven.”
Jaejoong laughed and slapped Yunho’s arm. “Confident jerk,” he grinned.
“You were the one who started it,” Yunho grinned back, and took a sip of his coffee. “Now eat that before I decide to eat it for you,” he added, pointing at the cake.
Jaejoong glared at him and pulled the plate close to him protectively.
“Kid.”
“Shut up.”
Suddenly, their phones rang, and they looked at each other.
“Wait,” Yunho said as he picked up the call. “Yeoboseyo?”
Meanwhile, Jaejoong checked the new message that arrived.
“Hey Yunho, I’m sorry, but I can’t come,” Seven said from the other end. “Take care of Jaejoong for me, yes? Don’t get home too late, or you should walk him home.”
Without waiting for Yunho to reply, Seven hung up.
Jaejoong looked at him in question, and looked back down at his cell phone, reading the new message.
After reading it, Jaejoong seriously didn’t know whether he should be happy or cry.
“What’s wrong?” Yunho asked. “Oh, Seven called me to say he can’t come… strange, he was the one who asked me to come here, and now he can’t himself…”
“That’s the problem,” Jaejoong shook his head. “That is the problem.”
“What do you mean?” Yunho asked raising an eyebrow.
Instead of answering, Jaejoong handed his cell phone over to him.
Sender: Seven-hyung
Message: Hey Jae. How is it? Is it going smoothly? Report to me tomorrow XD
“So… he thought…”
“Yes,” Jaejoong mumbled grimly, pursing his lips. “He thought I like you. And he’s setting us up.”
End of Chapter Three
Finished~! So, the one who saw them in the empty classroom was Seven, and he thought Jae liked Yunho :3
I know this is lame, please don’t shoot me *gets whacked* this doesn’t follow the outline, since, if it does, it’ll be very short. I extended it to reach seven to eight pages, and voila~ it’s fun though