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Title: Cinderella
Length: (1/?)
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, parody, humor, fluff
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: one night, Jaejoong decides to read a bedtime story for his dongsaeng. What happens if they get sucked into the story, and can’t come out unless they finished it?
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
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Partially inspired by Bedtime Stories :D (I like Adam Sandler), but not quite. This is also almost like a parody of classic fairytales :D
Note that Yunjae is not established yet at the beginning of this story :3 also notice that the order in which they get sucked in is important, because it’s also the order in which they appear :3
You can request what story you want to be written the parody of next :3 simply say it in your comment
Why am I Cinderella!?
“Alright, now, get into your own beds,” Jaejoong said, emphasizing the word and rolling his eyes slightly when he saw Yoochun was about to get into Junsu’s bed with him. “This is supposed to be a perverted mind-free night, yes Yoochun? Anyway, tuck yourselves in, and then I’ll start.”
The three obediently lay on their own beds, and pulled the covers up to their chin, looking at Jaejoong expectantly while Yunho sat down beside him, feeling the need to make sure everything was under control as he was the second oldest.
“Well, let me start then,” Jaejoong cleared his throat, and opened the story book, wondering to himself why his dongsaeng had chosen Cinderella as a bedtime story-and when they were already more than 19.
“Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom… lives a beautiful maiden, by the name of-“
A sudden flash of light interrupted him, and he blinked as he stared at the now blank story book, the words and pictures swirling out from the book like a hurricane.
“What’s happening!?” Junsu squeaked as he tried to evade the words that were trying to grasp him and pull him out of his bed, and into the book.
“How am I supposed to know!?” Jaejoong shrieked as he dropped the story book, and ran towards the door, but the words were quicker than him.
“Wah, Jaejoong-hyung!” Junsu shrieked as well when he saw Jaejoong sucked in by the book, and he was sucked in too.
“Aish, I guess we’ll have to give chase,” Changmin palmed his face, and dove into the book, the words swirling around him approvingly, and Yoochun and Yunho looked at each other, before they nodded, and jumped into the book as well, Yunho first then Yoochun.
As soon as they were all inside it, the book turned into the first page, showing the picture and the words, only this time, the picture was moving, and the names were changed.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Cinderella! Where’s the clothe I told you to wash!?” a screeching voice asked furiously as the owner banged the wooden door to the attic room open, eyes fixed in a glare. “Cinderella!”
The figure on the bed didn’t even move a bit, and it enraged her further. “Cinderella! You lazy-ass! Wake up!” she shouted like an angered bull, and proceeded to shove said figure onto the floor.
A loud string of curses escaped the figure, and he sat up on the floor, glaring at her. “What the hell is your problem, woman!? I’m not Cinderella, whoever she is! I’m Kim Jaejoong, and if you can just go out now, I have to catch some more sleep!”
“Humph, don’t tell me you’re suffering from amnesia! That won’t work on me!” she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Now I want you to fetch the clothe I told you to wash, and give it to me. I need it. Soon!”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong grumbled to himself and stood up, folding the blanket he was using up, and paused. “Why the hell am I wearing a skirt?” he asked as he looked down at the country girl outfit he was wearing.
Then he paused for the second time, and looked around. “And where is this? I don’t remember ever-“
That was when realization dawned onto him, and he remembered what had happened before. “The book! We must be inside the book!” he exclaimed to himself, and looked out of the window.
“Cinderella!” the same shrill voice called again, and he sighed to himself before trudging out of his room, and down the stairs. Strangely enough, he seemed to know where things were in the house, as if he had gained the memories of the Cinderella herself.
“Yes, yes, I’m coming!” he shouted back, and walked down to the laundry room, taking the said clothe-which was a long flowing red gown-from the hanger, and folded it nicely. He walked upstairs, put the gown in the older sister’s dresser, and was about to prepare breakfast when he saw the owner of the house.
“Junsu!?” Jaejoong asked in surprise when he saw Junsu clad in a purplish gown, wearing a monocle, and waving a large oriental fan in his left hand. “What are you doing in that outfit!?”
“Jaejoong-hyung!?” Junsu screamed back when he saw who it was calling him. “Oh, the same reason why you are in those clothes!” he replied, looking at Jaejoong up and down.
“Does this mean we’re stuck in a story book?” Jaejoong frowned as he looked around again, noticing the interior of the mansion. “I wonder how we can get out of this place.”
“I think…” Junsu started.
“Don’t, Su, thinking is considered a strenuous activity for you,” Jaejoong joked, stifling his laughter with a hand.
Junsu pouted.
“Well, continue then,” Jaejoong shrugged.
“Anyway,” Junsu cleared his throat. “I’m guessing that maybe we have to finish the story before we can get out. After all, once there is nothing else to tell, the story ends, right?”
“Well, that maybe so,” Jaejoong frowned in thought. “But then, what do we have to do to progress with the story? Do you remember the story?”
“I think I am supposed to get an invitation to the grand ball held by the King, then ask my daughters to go. You want to go but you’re not allowed to, but you go anyways with the help of your fairy godmother,” Junsu narrated, trying his best to remember how the story goes.
“Then? What to do in the party?” Jaejoong lifted an eyebrow.
“Well, you caught the eyes of the prince charming, danced with him, but you ran away from him at midnight,” Junsu stated. “He then went from house to house in search of his princess who left a glass shoe in the hurry, then he came here. I tried preventing you from meeting him, but you two meet anyway, and you have the other of the pair.”
“Then the story ends?” Jaejoong asked hopefully.
“No, you will go with him to the castle, marry him, and live happily ever after,” Junsu sighed dreamily. “That’s the end.”
“Um, okay…” Jaejoong said dubiously. “Now I just hope the prince is none of the three.”
“Ee? Why not?” Junsu asked in surprise.
“Would you like your Chun to marry me?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes as Junsu shook his head no. “If it isn’t any of them, there will be no strings attached. Plus, I’d like to see how handsome is the so-called Prince Charming in fairy tales.”
Junsu laughed his unique laughter, and nodded his head. “Okay then. Go make breakfast.”
Jaejoong snorted, and huffed indignantly. “Maybe this is why you’re given the role of the mean step-mother. Because you like to order people around.”
Junsu just laughed again. “And maybe this is why you’re given the role of Cinderella. Because you’re pretty, and you can do house chores!”
“Why thank you,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, and sighed. “Well then, I’ll get to work now. Won’t want any of you to die of starvation before we actually get the invitation to the party.”
Suddenly, the bell rang, and the two rushed to the front door, excitedly opening it.
“Yes?” Junsu asked at the mailman who happened to be none of the three. “What is it?”
“There’s an invitation to the grand ball held by the Prince, Madam,” the mailman said as he bowed at him, and left.
“Hey, you asshole! I’m not married yet and I’m still young!” Junsu shouted as he shook his fist at him, and Jaejoong snatched the invitation from his hand, quickly tearing open the plastic seal that covered it, and opening it.
He scanned the writings on the invitation and promptly fainted.
“Wah! Jaejoong-hyung!” Junsu screamed in panic as he shook Jaejoong harshly, successfully bringing him back to life-the world of consciousness-while also succeeding in making him dizzy.
“Hm, I wonder what’s the matter,” Junsu mumbled to himself as he let Jaejoong lean on the wall and try to make the world stop spinning. He picked up the fallen invitation card, and looked at the writings, before he burst out laughing, and muttering something similar to “karma” to Jaejoong, and getting himself whacked on the head in the process, courtesy of Jaejoong.
Invitation to the celebration party of Prince Jung Yunho’s coming of age.
Because You Do House Chores?
I hope you enjoyed that :D because I did have fun writing this