[DBSK Ficlet] you are
Title: you are
Characters/Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong; OT5
Summary: everytime changmin thought he understood jaejoong, the oldest went out to (unconsciously) prove him wrong.
Author's Notes: for
jaemint's prompt: 'window blinds', jaemin. also, a peace offering to the heartstrings readers. sorry for the delay.
changmin often wondered how things work: he could only make sense of something until after he had learned of its parts, and how those go together. he remembered taking apart his old wind-up toy years ago - seeing the springs and whatnots and the little gears delighted him, the joy of discovery filling his young heart.
as he grew up, changmin found out that people were made up rather differently than machines. people were more complex: they had personalities, opinions, feelings - thus they were often harder to figure out than gadgets or even mathematical equations.
it took sometime before he fully understood someone, but changmin enjoyed the process of picking up facets of a person to put together an image. and when he finally got it, changmin found it easier to relate, to relax around that person.
once, changmin's puzzle was dongbangshinki. he had to learn how each member was like - how each member would make the group work:
(five stars who were to shine over the continent, the world.)
yunho was easiest to read. changmin was pleasantly surprised how similar they were: yunho and he - the determination, the drive to be the best, the need to do what was expected of him, of what was right.
junsu tickled changmin's young heart: junsu was bubbly, bright. he was like king midas, with the golden touch - junsu made everything around him beautiful.
yoochun was fascinating - changmin marveled at the way the older drew strength from what others saw as a weakness: surely, a soft heart isn't a liability. yoochun was a better, stronger person because he is capable of baring his soul.
and there was jaejoong.
(oh boy was he a piece of work)
after years of watching, reading people, changmin had been confident that it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out easygoing jaejoong.
(oh boy did he think wrong)
everytime changmin thought that he understood the oldest, jaejoong went out to (unconsciously) prove him wrong. the random (and often ridiculous) things jaejoong did always threw changmin off. singing his heart out in the middle of a deserted boulevard, playing with babies backstage, driving rather recklessly, mothering the rest of the band members one minute, causing mischief and mayhem the next.
changmin realized that jaejoong lived for these moments: what he doesn't understand was why jaejoong did.
for the longest time, jaejoong was changmin's puzzle, the little mystery in the sphere of the youngest's existence.
one evening, in thailand, changmin walked into their hotel room, jaejoong looking out the window, seemingly watching the city sleep.
there was wonder in jaejoong's eyes, there was fascination in his stance. and as jaejoong pulled the chain to close the window blinds, changmin thought that this was who jaejoong was:
the world was his playground, his stage, and he did what he pleased because he could.
jaejoong turned around and found changmin standing there. the oldest's features, softened by the lamplight, broke into a smile. he walked over to the youngest. "let's go for a ride."
they went to the carpark, and changmin now knew: jaejoong laughed and sang and played and loved - because that was his way to truly be alive.
and this, changmin thought, this was why we soar and shine - the five of us, together.
Characters/Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong; OT5
Summary: everytime changmin thought he understood jaejoong, the oldest went out to (unconsciously) prove him wrong.
Author's Notes: for
jaemint's prompt: 'window blinds', jaemin. also, a peace offering to the heartstrings readers. sorry for the delay.
changmin often wondered how things work: he could only make sense of something until after he had learned of its parts, and how those go together. he remembered taking apart his old wind-up toy years ago - seeing the springs and whatnots and the little gears delighted him, the joy of discovery filling his young heart.
as he grew up, changmin found out that people were made up rather differently than machines. people were more complex: they had personalities, opinions, feelings - thus they were often harder to figure out than gadgets or even mathematical equations.
it took sometime before he fully understood someone, but changmin enjoyed the process of picking up facets of a person to put together an image. and when he finally got it, changmin found it easier to relate, to relax around that person.
once, changmin's puzzle was dongbangshinki. he had to learn how each member was like - how each member would make the group work:
(five stars who were to shine over the continent, the world.)
yunho was easiest to read. changmin was pleasantly surprised how similar they were: yunho and he - the determination, the drive to be the best, the need to do what was expected of him, of what was right.
junsu tickled changmin's young heart: junsu was bubbly, bright. he was like king midas, with the golden touch - junsu made everything around him beautiful.
yoochun was fascinating - changmin marveled at the way the older drew strength from what others saw as a weakness: surely, a soft heart isn't a liability. yoochun was a better, stronger person because he is capable of baring his soul.
and there was jaejoong.
(oh boy was he a piece of work)
after years of watching, reading people, changmin had been confident that it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out easygoing jaejoong.
(oh boy did he think wrong)
everytime changmin thought that he understood the oldest, jaejoong went out to (unconsciously) prove him wrong. the random (and often ridiculous) things jaejoong did always threw changmin off. singing his heart out in the middle of a deserted boulevard, playing with babies backstage, driving rather recklessly, mothering the rest of the band members one minute, causing mischief and mayhem the next.
changmin realized that jaejoong lived for these moments: what he doesn't understand was why jaejoong did.
for the longest time, jaejoong was changmin's puzzle, the little mystery in the sphere of the youngest's existence.
one evening, in thailand, changmin walked into their hotel room, jaejoong looking out the window, seemingly watching the city sleep.
there was wonder in jaejoong's eyes, there was fascination in his stance. and as jaejoong pulled the chain to close the window blinds, changmin thought that this was who jaejoong was:
the world was his playground, his stage, and he did what he pleased because he could.
jaejoong turned around and found changmin standing there. the oldest's features, softened by the lamplight, broke into a smile. he walked over to the youngest. "let's go for a ride."
they went to the carpark, and changmin now knew: jaejoong laughed and sang and played and loved - because that was his way to truly be alive.
and this, changmin thought, this was why we soar and shine - the five of us, together.