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A Cinderella Story

Yunjae

Rating: E

Words: 2,903

Multi-colored neon stars danced in and around the people crowded streets, exciting the creatures of the night. Music flooded the open streets, bursting out of night clubs and into alleys filling their ears. From techno to Hip-Hop and Rap, Jazz to Pop, Rock and Roll, it didn’t matter. It was where Yunho was, well his mind anyway. His body, unfortunately, was trapped in a large mansion miles away from the fun. Normally his parties weren’t that boring, but then again this wasn’t ‘his’ party anymore but another one of his fathers’ little ideas to help Yunho meet the person he would spend the rest of his life with. In other words: a party to find his future wife. His mother had commented saying it was romantic but it was annoying really. Yunho was only twenty-two, he was still young. He wanted to hang out with his friends, party, date. He didn’t care for Jung Inc. or the fact that he would inherit the company someday, which was the whole reason his father was doing this in the first place.

Yunho sighs, backing away from the large hallway window. He walked down the empty corridor, stopping when he was face to face with the wide double doors. On the other side was his—more like his fathers’—costume party. Closing his eyes Yunho took a deep breath. Once he stepped through those doors he was no longer Jung Yunho, but Prince Yunho.

“There perfect!” Ji-hye clapped her hands together.

“Are you sure noona¹?” Jae asked.

“Yes, and don’t call me noona! For tonight it’s unni²! U-N-N-I~!” She lectured.

“Okay okay unni” Jae now stood looking in mirror. “Dose this really look okay?” This was the first time Jae doing something like this and was bothered by the feeling of getting caught.

“It looks fine! Stop worrying already.”

“…” Ji-hye stepped closer to Jae and put a reassuring hand on Jae’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry so much. Just have fun. Remember, I’ll be there with you, and so will Su-Dae and Chung-Ja.”She stung her favorite silver heart locket around Jae’s neck, and then combed her fingers through Jae’s raven hair. She knew her dongseng³ well enough to know what was wrong. “You’re going to be fine”, she repeated, “No one will find out” Her voice came out soft, calming some of Jae’s nervous.

One hour, one hour and twenty-six minutes since Yunho had entered the room. Eighty-six minutes…five thousand, one hundred and sixty seconds, which was exactly three hundred nine thousand and six hundred milliseconds—but then who was counting?

            When the song ended Yunho quickly detached himself from his current dance partner, a Korean Cleopatra. She clung on for a moment but eventually got the message. The next song started and already the next girl was approaching. This time it was an Arabian princess. Yunho turned the opposite way; he couldn’t bear to take another dance. He disappeared behind the white lace curtains and out the balcony door.

Beyond the white French doors was a balcony, a garden balcony. It was Yunho’s favorite place. In the city of Seoul many stars are fake, but the real ones—the truly real ones, could be found there. He often went there to relax.

Yunho navigated his way through the jungle of potted and planted orchids, blooming flowers and shrubbery of all kind. Exactly in the middle of the garden was a circular fountain, the perfect place to view stars.

Stopping dead in his tracks, Yunho stared. He didn’t expect to see anyone up there. By the moon’s light he saw the silhouette of a woman, judging from her dress. As he walked closer he could see her more clearly. Short waves or her brown hair hugged her pale face, her white frilly dress swayed with the cool breeze and at that moment Yunho deemed her very pretty and in the back of his mind he secretly thanked his father for arranging this party.

“May I sit here?” He asked. Startled she jumped, when she looked his way, her cheeks tinted pink, and nodded. “Do you like to star gaze?” Another nod, another question, and before long, Yunho wondered if this conversation was going to go anywhere. She kept to herself. She didn’t look at him, but fiddled with a loose string on her dress, which, Yunho thought; she found more interest in then in him. He was about to give up when his one of his favorite songs came on, a song he knew all the steps to. “Would you like to dance?” He asked.

She hesitated but then murmured, “uh…here?…now?”

“You can hear the music all the way out here so…” He trailed off. Shyly she took his extended hand.

She was a horrible dancer! She couldn’t move with the music like Yunho could. Her steps were all wrong and her movements were awkward. It was as if she had learned the dace the day before, only to forget everything. It didn’t help that with every mistake she made at least three more. Yunho couldn’t help but laughed at her level of elegance, ballroom dancing was defiantly not her thing. Her face burned with embarrassment after the song ended. She made an attempt to leave, but Yunho wouldn’t let go. Oh no, he saw this as a chance for them to get closer. The next song played and he took the lead, happy to teach her the dance moves. With each song she relaxed more and more.

Their last song was a slow song. The kind where young couples, swaying back and forth, hold each other in their arms. One arm gripped tightly around her waist, the other caressed her face. With his thumb he petted her soft skin. His princess’s arms hung loosely around his neck and later dropped to his sides to hug him. The two stayed like that long after the song ended. They swayed to the beat of each other’s rhythm, lost in the deep eyes that captured them both. They came closer and closer until their lips touched; an innocent brush on the lips. At that point Yunho thought she wasn’t just pretty but beautiful. The two kissed and kissed and kissed until their lips their lips turn swollen.

“What’s your name?” Yunho mumbled in her ear.

“…Jae…”she replied reluctantly.

“Jae…” Yunho repeated, “I’m—”

“I know…” came a hushed whisper.

GONG, GONG, GONG, the clock struck.

‘Is it that time already?’ Jae panicked. The clock struck once more.

“Is something wrong?” Yunho asked. Jae let go of him and backed way.

“Ah yea—no…I mean I—I …” She looked back at the open window, “I…I have to go…” Jae didn’t bother to explain and in her haste didn’t notice the silver pendent slid off and fall.

That night Yunho didn’t sleep. His mind—and heart—raced when he thought of her, his Cinderella. She disappeared without a trace and in the place of the glass slipper a heart shaped locket.

Yunho opened the locket. His face lit up when he was the photo inside. “Jae?” He asked to no one in particular. “…no…” It wasn’t her. This one was a boy, a pretty boy, but a boy non-the-less. ‘Why did she give me this?’

“Maybe their twins…” He thought out loud. It didn’t matter to him. All he cared about was finding his princess and if this picture—twin or not, could lead him to her, he didn’t care. It didn’t take long for Yunho to think up an idea that “would not fail”. He took out his cell phone and took a picture of the photo in the locket. At the bottom he texted: “Find him” and sent it to all the contacts on his phone. He knew his friends. They’d try their hardest to help and find this mystery man and if they couldn’t they’d pass it on to all of their friends and so on and so forth. Someone was bound to find him, somewhere, and when they did word would eventually get back to him. Yunho was confident of that. He would find his princes in no time.

About a week of waiting, an impatient Yunho finally got a reply. “333 Lion Lane” it read. Yunho didn’t know where that was but if it was where she was, he was going to find out.

When the door bell rung Ji-hye was the first to answer. Jaejoong waited in the next room pretending to watch TV. “Yes? Who is i—”

“Um” Jaejoong recognized that voice instantly.

‘How’ He thought. ‘How did he…?’ He asked but already knew the answer. He’d gotten one too—a text, a lot of them actually. The moment he had dreaded had arrived. He didn’t think it would be so soon though. A month of two was his guess. Clearly the meeting had made more of an impression on him then they thought.

“I’m looking for a girl named Jae. Do you know here?” His voice seemed unsure.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I know the girl you’re looking for.” Jihye stated.

“Oh…” this time he sounded disappointed. Jaejoong could imagine the look on his face.

“But” Ji-hye paused, thinking of a way to phrase her words, “I think I know who you’re looking for”

“Ah, really?” He replied quickly. Jaejoong could tell he was excited. This only made it harder for him.

Ji-hye left Yunho at the door and walked to into the living room of their apartment. “It’s for you~” she stretched the last part, playing with the “you~” in a sing song voice.

Jaejoong’s stomach turned, he really didn’t want to face him, not now. “…” He didn’t budge.

“Get up” his noona commanded. It’s not my fault you lost my necklace.” emphasis on the ‘my’, “I told you, you wouldn’t get caught but I didn’t expect you to be so careless.”

“It’s not like I did it on purpose” He felt like yelling but against his will (and stomach) he got up. He say Yunho at the door. “Hey…” he half waved.

Jaejoong had taken them to the playground near his apartment complex. He sat on the swings swaying hack and forth but not so much to actually lift his feet from the ground. Yunho, who he didn’t dare look at, sat on the big plastic white spotted, green ladybug dome. He faced the opposite direction from Jaejoong.

“So…” he started, “The girl named Jae, you know her?”

“Yeah…kinda, in a way…”

“Is he your sister or something?”

“Or something…I don’t have any sisters named Jae” He quickly added, “The only one close is Ji-yhe, the one who answered the door.”

“Huh? You’re related?” She looks nothing like you though.”

“We’re adopted, all nine of us…” Jaejoong clarified.

“Oh” Yunho replied. What else could he say? “The how do you look so much alike if you’re not twins? Do you know where I can find her?”

“Yeah, I know exactly where.” He could have easily denied this but he didn’t. He didn’t lie, especially not to those he loved most.

“Really” He perked up like before, “Where”

“Right here,” Jaejoong said quietly.

“Where?” Yunho asked looking around, obviously not understanding Jaejoong. There was no one around.

Jaejoong sighed. “The reason why she looks so much like me is because” pause here, “…because she is me.” I’m Jae. My full name is Kim Jaejoong.” He turned to meet Yunho’s eyes. Judging by the look on his face, Yunho was shocked, but then it turned into something else. Jaejoong’s stomach churned. He didn’t like being looked at like that and didn’t expect to like the reply he was going to get from the other.

“Stop kidding around,” Yunho said, he certainly wasn’t.

“I’m not.” Jaejoong looked away.

“…” He’s not kidding. Yunho was stunned. Here he was, expecting his princess, the same beauty she had been the night before. He expected the same short silky hair he had ran his fingers through thousands of times the other night, the same tiny waist he clung to and the same pretty fingers that clung to him, which of course the one standing in front had. He just expected the girl he’d fallen in love with that night and thought of every night after. Yunho was indeed disappointed. He was sad and mad and felt a sick, sick to his stomach. He couldn’t believe he’d lost sleep over this person…this guy, this guy who had probably deceived him as part of some kind of cruel joke…or worse. He couldn’t believe he kissed such a person.

“I—” Jaejoong decided to break the silence. “I…it wasn’t meant as a joke. Honestly…” He knew what Yunho was thinking, his face showed it all.

“Then why?” His question came almost in a whisper.

Why did he? In truth he didn’t know it himself. He didn’t know what came over him to go along with his sisters in the first place. He didn’t know what came over him when he agreed to go to the party, especially dressed like that. It was a costume party but he doubted they meant for him to dress as a girl. Maybe it was all those comments of how he looked so girly—enough to pass for one. “I don’t know,” he finally said.

“You don’t…you’re not…” Yunho struggled to find the right words.

Jaejoong let of a quiet laugh, “No I don’t normally dress up like that. I might be though, I don’t know.” ‘It’s probably only you’ “It I said I’ve always loved you, I’d be lying. I wasn’t planning on going that far, actually, I didn’t plan on meeting you either. It just…happened. And I think I…” like you.

They stayed in silence and eventually Yunho left. Jaejoong didn’t mind. No, that was a lie. He did. What he said was true. He really did like Yunho. He was all Jaejoong thought about –dreamed about—for the past week. Ji-hye and the others teased him about it a lot, though he didn’t mind. He didn’t care. But as Yunho rejected him, even in as few words a he had, he felt like throwing up, badly. He held his stomach but his heart hurt the most. It ached. He wanted to cry, and then realized he already was.

Maybe he should have lied and told Yunho he didn’t know her, or that his Jae had died somewhere, like he felt like doing.

A day passed, two days, three four, five then a whole week. Then two. It didn’t matter how much time had passed by, he still couldn’t forget. What had happened to his beautiful Cinderella? He often found himself thinking.

What happened?

‘She turned into a guy, that’s what’

It was selfish, Yunho knew, but still he couldn’t. He’d already debated that statement in his head. It always came up, ‘You could’. Then comes the question, ‘Then why?’ ‘Because you’re a jerk, because you’re human…Because you’re scared.’ ‘Scared of what?’ ‘What others might think?’ ‘No.’ he never cared for such things. ‘What others might say?’ ‘No’ ‘Might do?’ ‘NO NO NO’ that wasn’t it, that defiantly wasn’t it.

‘Then what?’ The voice in his head had grown impatient.

‘I don’t know!’ And so had he.

Why was he so scared anyway? It wasn’t that his princess had turned into a prince—well maybe before it mattered, but not anymore—and he already knew ton of not-so-straight- people. His best friend was one of them. All his parents needed was for Yunho to find happiness for them to find happiness, so then what?

His beauty wasn’t a beauty for anything. Sure she—he was good looking, but he also had a soft side to him. He doubted anyone who gazed up at the stars so pensively could be a bad person. The way he blushed and made Yunho blush, smile and made Yunho smile, it all seemed so…so right. And lastly when he told him he liked him he got this weird feeling. At first he thought of it as disgust, but that wasn’t it. He found that out while still with him that day, but instead of admitting what exactly he was feeling he left.

Now he was willing, at least he’d like to think too.

‘why?’ Jaejoong didn’t expect to see his again. “What do you want?” Jaejoong asked not bothering to step out of the door way. Couldn’t this guy just leave him alone?

“I’m sorry,” Yunho muttered. “I’m sorry…” He looked up at Jaejoong. His face heart sank. ‘Had he been crying?’ Jaejoong’s eyes were bloodshot. On impulse Yunho moved closer to the other. Jaejoong took a step back but allowed Yunho to close the gap between them. “I’m sorry,” Yunho repeated.

“Don’t be…”

“I’m sorry”

“Stop it…”

“I’m sorry…”

“Stop it!” He pounded against Yunho’s chest, trying to pull away but the harder he pushed the tighter Yunho’s held on. Jaejoong eventually gave up.

“I was thinking”

“About what?”

“You…me…fairytales”

“Fairytales?” Jaejoong looked at Yunho.

Yunho nodded, “Cinderella mostly.” Jaejoong didn’t say anything, “I was thinking, if you were the beautiful princess, I would want to be your prince charming and live together with you happily ever after”

Jaejoong buried his face in Yunho’ chest, smiling against his shirt, “Pabo⁴, this isn’t a once upon a time story” He hugged Yunho’s back, “And besides, what if I wanted to be the prince?”

Words:

1 Noona – Korean term for addressing an older female; used by males

2 Unni – Korean term for addressing an older female; used by females

3 Dongseng – Korean term for addressing someone younger then you

4 Pabo – Idiot in Korean

english homework. We had to write a short story about whatever and I chose Yunjae <3. yay XD
It had to have a theme, exposition, climax and I think fall action. We didn’t have to write the reselution.
Theme of this story is: Yunjae rocks Never judge a book by it’s cover or something like that…
-midevilmind

I haven’t written anything ex faiction in such a long time…

even this post dosen’t have much in it…

I’m gonna finish red thread and hopefuly the first episode of Kim Jaejoong all while working on a new yunjae fic and tring to write my short story for english.

It’s yunjae XD
-mena

boo no color…

wow haven’t been here in forever. I don’t think I’m gonna post here for a while because our school anime club has an LJ community. If the members don’t join and/or we abandon the community/blog idea then I won’t be too busy. The prob;em is that we only meet once a week and we have a lot of things comming up and have to get a lot of money before we can acctually do anything. It’s a new club so we have a total of $0 in our bank account. And we’re all broke so… TT_TT. I hope it survives.

The blog thing was suppose to be on wordpress but WP dosen’t support Chat Boxes, and I wasnted a forum but that might be a little too much for our little club and I don’t think the members are up for it. So it’s on LJ. But the member still have to join.

Once we get all the moeny issues out of the way we’ll be fine! We can play tennis and everything I wanna do. Even though I’m a freshman and have a lot of time (unless we move) I wanna do so much and can’t wait! If the club survives then It’s gonna be every year until and possibly after I graduate. Some more anime lovers might join too!!

possibly being too optimitic,
bene

Homework for english class. Our second essay. We were suppose to write about how we feel about when it rains or how we feel when we’re in our favorite place in the house and of course, me, not fully understanding the directions wrote an anynomus akame fic. I only used thier names once and just put in the part where kazuya says “Jin” to make it more clear, if it’s clear… but anyway I haven’t written anything in a while and not written anything akame in a long while so here goes.

I also started with “Gentle Fingers” again. Sorry, I can’t help it. >.< There’s another fic akame fic I have that starts “Tender Fingers” XD It’s called [Ahh-toka, Uhh-toka]. I asked my friend to write the yaoi parts of it ’cause I don’t write yaoi yet. I don’t know when she’s gonna be finished with it.

I sooooooo failed the essay XD. I wasn’t suppose to use it in the second person and it was suppose to be about me…

Anyway as always hope you like it =3.

 

[With the Rain Comes Memories of a Forbidden Love]

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Gentle fingers follow sliding raindrops along the frigid plastic. You sigh getting up from the metal bench and walk to the edge of the bus station’s waiting area. You walk close enough to feel the cold drops spray on your face but stay under the plastic ceiling because you don’t have an umbrella. There was a light drizzle when you left home but you thought nothing of it and headed out. Regretting not listening to your mother, you sigh a very visible sigh. Then looking up, you wish the hiding sun would show it’s self already. Your world is full of gray and right now, a little yellow seemed nice.

SHEEESSSHHH SSSSHHHHEEEESSSHHHH It’s already late into springtime but with this freezing rain it feels closer to autumn or even winter.  Thank goodness you decided to wear your wear your long black leather coat but either way it didn’t make much difference. It was still cold. You sigh again but this time not from despair but to warm up your glove-covered hands. The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon and on a whim—almost automatic— your left hand stretches out trying to touch a rain drop. For the first few seconds the droplets avoid your hand, scared to meet the white glove but soon after they seem to flock to it. Clear drops soak through the soft fabric until they reach the pale peach skin underneath and as mechanical as before you thrust your hand back under the protection of the bus station stop. It feels gross, liquid on wool. Liquid on any type of fabric really. To you it feels gross like when you get up with morning breathe or when you don’t take a shower and…and when it rains. When it rains you feel gross too.

‘Kazu-chan you’re so weird!’ You flinch at the memory. Right now he wasn’t the person you wanted to see much less to think about. That’s what he said once, when you got drenched in cold water at the graduation festival and immediately hurried to the locker room to change. You replied saying it a normal reaction—which it was in that kind of situation—but you also thought it was a strange reaction since no body else went to change.

Breathing in deeply, you try to forget about him but along with the damp coldness and stale water comes the smell of strawberry vanilla that he loved so much and at that very moment you decide it’s time to buy a different type of shampoo the next time you go shopping. You’ve never noticed your own smell but he has and he’s often commented on it, saying he liked it, that it reminded him of his favorite desert. Your lips curl up but the expression on your face is defiantly not one of joy.

You take another deep breathe but this time…this time the smell overwhelms your senses. Your knees go weak and you have to grip on to the side wall to even stay up right. One long sigh brings color to your face making it glow a vivid red. It smells like him! It smells like him and just like the weeping sky your eyes rain.

His scent consumes you, filling you up inside and warming you, making your heart melt. You can almost feel him. You can feel his large hands exploring your body and going places he’d never go—except in your dreams and unfortunately only in your dreams. And just like your dreams you can taste him—not that you’ve ever actually tasted him and…and not that you’d ever get the chance to taste him but you can. But still you can taste him. You can taste the sweet red bean buns he always eats in the mornings; you can taste the sugar-filled melon bread he can’t get enough of in the evenings yet most of all you can him. Sweet and sour, loveable but despicable, adorable yet sickening and everything in between and you can’t imagine anything else, can’t think of anything other then your idiot of a crush that isn’t yours and most likely will in no way be yours.

“Jin…” You breathe out.

It’s cruel…it’s cruel being so close and not be able to go any closer, to go any further. It’s too cruel…

SHHEEESSHHHH SHHHEEESSSHHH SSSHHHEEESSSHHH Streams of tears turn into light sobs and like the high sky tears rain down your face.

He’s already got a girlfriend,

Maybe it’s time you got one too…

[ＥＮＤ]

It’s short =3

Rei-chan sent me MIROTIC, DBSK’s headline song for their 4th Album, and I love it! Not so crazy about the music video though. I know it’s only a preview but it kinda sux to me. Yeah they look hot but the vid is not!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbe_xXmbAUA

They were suppose to have like some guy (I’m not going online to search up their names) who dirrected the coreography in some of JT and Britny Spears’s (never thought that name would show up in my blog) MVs, but I still don’t like the vid. I’m gonna wait untill the whole PV comes out to really judge it though beacause even though the scenes they showed in the preview were…not so good, the whole thing might be awsome.

I have to say I’m in love with MIROTIC!! XD! And HEY (Don’t bring me down).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5Bq9a1PY5U

^HEY (Don’t bring me down)

I seriously want MIROTIC! I heard that the album’s suppose to be released in Japanese too.

Can’t wait for Septamber 24,
–Mena

Dear Myself,

“I read it for the story”…?

I didn’t know how stupid and obvious that soudned until I heard it from someone esles’s lips. Now I can’t belive I ever used that line. No wonder my sis didn’t believe me when I was reading Loveless and Gravitaion. But it is true, I really did like the stories. Except I first picked up Gravataion because it was suppose to be yaoi =’D.

That reminds me, I also watched this show named YASHA because it said in the summarry Rin loved Sei. It turned out that they were twins and that they were fighting on different sides. But Rin really did love his brother and Sei loved him back. Too bad it had to end the way it did though. If they had met under different cucomstances then of stayed togerher when they were born then they might’ve actually had happier lives.

I really liked the story and think they actors did a good job. If I had my way I would change the ending into a more happier one, but if it really was that way I think the story would be boring to watch.

I liked it but I still can’t help but wonder what it’d be like if they grew up differently. Like Rin said, if he was the one chosen he’d be Sei and he’d be Moichi’s best freind and the whole thing would be switched. But then again if they had just let the twins be together then that would’ve changed everything right? Rin wouldn’t be the way he is and Sei’s mother and moichi and everyone esle would still be alive. Sei would’ve had a chance to keep his promise too, he’d get to stay with Rin and be together. They wouldn’t have ended up like those two brothers from the book.

It made me cry, a lot. A lot a lot. Not because it was sappy or anything but because I liked the characters. I cryed for moichi and his sister, for the doctors, for Ren, for Sei’s mother and even for Amaniya-san. But most of all, I cryed for the two brothers.

I don’t really care if you don’t like the series or the actors or the plot or whatever, I just wanted to say that.

I got off topic again but whatever. I really liked YASHA so whatever
–mena
the dude who plays moichi reminds me a whole lot of Teppai Koike

After I came home I felt so wierd and fell asleep and when I woke up I kept vomitting up all this crap. What’s worse I had to pick up brother at the busst op so I had to keep it in o no one would notice. Yuck! I’m still coughing even though I took some medicine. I sux the most ’cause I still have my peirod. I donesn’t hurt that bad but I just wish it’d STOP. I’m NOT planning to have a BABY anytime soon!! NOT EVEN WHEN I”M OLD AND CRIPLED!! DAMN YOU MOTHER NATURE!!

While I was sleeping, I dreamed of my old BFF. My mom and dad said thay he was comming to live with us a couple of years ago but he never came. When I asked like a year ago they said his visa was denyed =( I hated that. I really want him to come. Even though  I don’t remember the times we were together I still miss him.

I dreamed of him being a new student with me at school and that I atucally still spoke twi and that nana adina helped me…>.> guess that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.

 
cough cough
-bene

School starts tomorrrow and I’m afraide to say I have wated all of my summer vacation TT_TT. If the stupid internet didn’t stop working then I might have had a shot of a better time but noooooooooooooooo. Worst of all I haven’t even figured out my bus schedual >_>; It’s the same buss I ride now but with a different time since I start high school TOMORROW TT_TT.

Don’t get me wrong I actually look forward to going to high school (no this isn’t a typo) It’s not that my new school is so wonderful even the deliquants want to sleep there, it acctually sux! It looks like a dump and I don’t think I’m ever going to get my stupid locker to close (saw it at the oriantaion). It’s actually the classes. They offer so much and this year! Yes this year! I get to playuse chemicals (in alg based pys)

Also  I get to see my firends which I haven’t hung out with all summer long since I’m such a couch potato and my mom won’t let me go anywhere saying “we don’t know this area” which we would know all about by now if we actually went somewhere other then the library, fort detrick, school and home.

My fary tale one-shots are comming along fine =3. I already wrote [RED SHOES]…actually I think that’s all but I writing [sleeping Beauty], [The red thread that bonds us together] and [Deispair; Basalisk] which technicaly isn’t a fairy tale or fale but is sort of like a myth/ledgend…

AND I just found out that RAIN (BI) will be proforming at the closing ceremony of the Olympics (tonight!! XD). I’d hopped it to be DBSK but I guess not huh…

I don’t want to go back to school even though I have to to get out of this stupid county and the contry,
bene

(Because I’m a Good Boy)

ｍｉｄｅｖｉｌｍｉｎｄ
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PG/PG-13

[Bad boy turn good Kim Jaejoong starts off fresh with a new school, new friends, and a new passion. He and his father join his brothers in a life of peace promising to never go back to life of crime, but when trouble smacks him in the face is he just going to ignore it? Can he ignore it?]

Keita’s stomach growled and growled loud, it was remarkable he even heard the knock on the door. What was taking Siwon so long?! He was going to die!

“Come in.” Heechul called not moving a muscle or bothering to lift his look away from his current page. He thought it was one of the secretaries. They were always moving in and out if the office.

“President,” Siwon called entering the room, “Target captured” He walked further in the office. Behind him followed the others, Jaejoong among them. His hands were held back by one of the students the other students huddled closely by him to prevent him from escaping. “I hate you Siwon…” Jae muttered under his breath.

“Nii-chan!” Kieta cried.

“Good job Siwon, you can—” A “meow” cut Heechul off soon afterwards a little black and white kitten ran in. Not soon after that voices—well shouts could be heard. A male student ran into the room bumping into the boys in black, then another one, and another one and another one. Heechul watched to see if one more was coming but that was is. ‘These 4…’ He thought. They directed their attention to the kitten, the first one that ran in especially completely ignoring the people already in the room.

“JAEHO!” Jaejoong cried forcing his hands free from the boy in black that was holding him. Jaeho, hearing his name called, stopped and turned.

“Jaejoong?” Yunho called. He and the other 3 stopped as well. ‘Jaejoong?’ The three looked on as the unknown person picked ‘Jaeho’ up into his arms.

“Jaeho~, I’ve missed you so much!” Jae stretched arms up and out, making Jaeho look directly at him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” He brought Jaeho down to hug him again. They stayed like that for a good minute with everyone just watching.

“Jaejoong!” Heechul started, “What’s going on here?”

[Ten minutes later…]

Everyone—with the exception of the boys in black—sat on one of the three couches surrounding the coffee table. Jaejoong sat in between Heechul and Keita on one side, Yunho, and Changmin sat on the other side of the table, while Yoochun, Junsu, and Siwon sat on the on the end. The boys in black stood behind their leader.

Heechul, having taken a sip of tea to calm him down asked again, this time rephrasing his question. “What happened this time?”

“Yeah, why are you so late?” Keita demanded downing his cup of tea then attaching a curry bun. Still chewing he mumbled something incomprehensible but without explanation he grabbed another form the pile in the center of the table.

“I lost Jaeho…” Jae muttered. He knew he was in trouble and not only because of Jaeho either. Being late for class, causing an uproar in the student council room and ‘most importantly causing Keita to suffer’ or at least that’s’ what he thought his little brother was rambling about. “He was in danger…” He hugged Jaeho tightly, separating the kitty from his milk.

“Where’d you find this one?”

“He was stuck up in a tree this morning.” Jaejoong began, “You should’ve seen him! He looked so sad and I couldn’t just leave him there. A pretender might’ve gotten him!”

“That doesn’t mean you can take him”

“He didn’t have a collar or anything…” Jaejoong tightened his hold on Jaeho, “He’s got nowhere to go…and besides,” Jaejoong looked into Heechul’s eyes, “I love him”.

‘Love?’ Yunho thought. He, and all the others, had been watching as the two talked. Since they were sitting so close they couldn’t help but to. Even Changmin, Junsu and Yoochun, who were stuffing their faces with bread, had to have heard (no matter how much noise they were making)

He took another sip of tea and then sighed. He hated it when Jaejoong got this way. He was extremely unreasonable to begin with. Taking a liking to something only expanded that gap between the two senses. This made Heechul think back to when Jaejoong was smaller, just entering elementary school. He had this oversized lion plushy—almost as big as 5-year-old Jae was—that he would take everywhere, even to the bathroom (no matter how much their mother protested). He loved the thing, he really did, but Jae was careless. One a school trip to the zoo, Jaejoong set the toy down to go observe the other animals and when he got back, hero (the lion’s name) was nowhere in sight. They, being Heechul and Jaejoong, looked high and low. Searched and researched all the places Jaejoong went, but by the end of the day hero didn’t turn up. Jaejoong cried for weeks, refusing to eat or drink anything until his Hero was found. Their parents even bought a Hero-look-alike but that didn’t fool Jaejoong, he only cried harder. Sure when time passed Jae had gotten over the loss of his childhood companion, but still. Heechul still remembered, he remembered the pain Jaejoong went through. Form that day on, he vowed to always protect his brothers, it was his duty as the eldest after all.

Heechul sighed again putting his cup down. “Alright” Upon hearing that word Jaejoong released Jaeho to capture his hyung in a deep hug muttering thank you over and over. “You’re going to have to have to take extra good care of it though. He’s actually a living thing.” The last part Heechul whispered cupping one side of his mouth with one hand. ‘Let’s just hope Jaeho doesn’t end up the same way Hero did.’

“Why’d you name him Jaeho?” Keita asked deciding to join the conversation, his stomach satisfied.

“It’s a really awesome name right? Right?” Jaejoong turned to Keita on the other side.

“…It’s…umm creative…” Keita picked up Jaeho and started petting the black kitten.

“What’d you mean by that? Jaejoong crossed his arms.

“I meant what I said! Now why’d you give him that name?”

Jaejoong gave up. His brother was just too stubborn. He pointed to Yunho “Yunho, rescued him.” Almost immediately after Jae finished his sentence a series of coughs could be heard. Changmin, Yoochun and Junsu covered their mouths with their hands to keep from getting food all over the place. They swallowed, hard, and just stared at Jaejoong. Then at Yunho. Kieta and Heechul stared at Yunho too and Jae was sure a couple of the Boys in Black were doing it.

‘what?’ he thought. “Is it that hard to believe?” Yunho stared.

“Yes!” Changmin answered right away.

“Last time I checked you didn’t like animals…” Junsu rambled.

“Yeah!” Yoochun pointed an accusatory finger at Yunho, “You wouldn’t even hold that rabbit when we went to the zoo.”

“Or pet the lamb.”

“Or, hold the snake or—”

“OKAY, I think we get the idea” Yunho cut in, an annoyed smile present on his face. Was it that hard to believe it? So what if he preferred to stay away from creatures not of the human variety. 

“Just saying” Junsu mumbled. But it was true. In the past the three had noticed that whenever there was an animal, big or small, their leader would either back away as far as possibly or run for it. They didn’t know why he was like that. In fact, when they thought about it, they really didn’t want to know anyway. Who knows maybe Yunho just didn’t like animals…witch made it all the more surprising to hear that he, Jung Yunho, rescued a Kitten (when he couldn’t even feed a caged bird).

Lunch ended. Jaejoong and Yunho returned to their classroom. Yoochun, Junsu, and Changmin did the same. Jaeho was kept in the student council office with Heechul and Siwon who opted to skip afternoon classes that day. “Too much work to get done” was his big brother’s excuse.

“…” Jaejoong went silent walking up to his desk. It was cover with crap, again. Didn’t he make it clear that morning that this was his seat? He did the same thing as this morning and sat down.

——

“What are you doing?” Yunho asked crouching down next to Jae.

“What does it look like? I’m going to catch this guy.”

“What guy?”

“The one who keeps messing with me desk!” Jae whispered. He was fed up! This morning there were thumbnails inside his desk, and a couple times before that writing and paint. Once he found his books soaking wet. Three days (and a half) of constant disrespect was really getting under Jaejoong’s skin. It was PE time so the classroom was empty. Everyone was suppose to outside but Jaejoong knew the culprit wouldn’t miss this chance.

“I’ll help then” Yunho smiled. These stupid pranks were getting out of hand. Everyone was getting tired of it. No on knew who exactly was doing it, or they did but whoever the culprit or culprits were was treating them.

One of the two doors opened grabbing the boys’ attention. Silently they listened to the foot steps draw further and further away from them and then stop. The sound of a zipper, probably a bag being opened was heard soon after. Before the person could take out whatever was in there Jaejoong and Yunho jumped out from behind the teachers’ desk.

Surprised the person makes a run for it, but Jaejoong’s not far behind. With both Jae and the other out of the room Yunho moved to see what’s in the bag. Spray Paint.

The desk offender ran in and out of classrooms (some empty, most not) trying to loose his pursuers but that didn’t work. He darted straight into the library thinking he could loose them there in the maze of bookshelves. He looked over his shoulder. He’d done it, he’d lost them! Then CRASH! When he opened his eyes he was sore all over knee deep in a pile of books with Yunho and Jaejoong looking down on him.

Jaejoong waited patiently by the school’s front gates. He’d promised that he’d walk home with his brothers that morning. Their way of making sure that Jae didn’t get into trouble.

‘Does it usually take this long?’ Already half an hour had passed since school ended but there he was in the same spot. Sigh. Jaejoong let his body slid against the brick wall of the front gate landing his butt on the freshly cut grass. He was used to waiting (with a brother like Heechul he had to be), but this time there was nothing entertaining to do. Usually he’d grab a magazine or watch a little TV. Something that would distract him. Unfortunately he was currently outside the school building with no signs of anything fun. Nothing at all! He didn’t want to go back inside either so he just stayed there, in his current seat.

“Hey” Jaejoong spun around looking for the owner of the voice. He stood on the other side of the gate. Jaejoong guessed that he must’ve been a student in the school because he was wearing the same uniform. “Are you Kim Jaejoong?” the stranger asked. Jae nodded. The unfamiliar person half grinned, and half smirked. Jae didn’t feel so right. “Then would you mind coming with me?”

——

Yunho stretched his arms exiting the through the main entrance. Finally he was released! The Audio Visual (AV) meetings always lasted long. He should’ve left earlier like the others. He hated the club, but if it wasn’t for Junsu he’d never have joined. Ever. But that didn’t matter, it was over! He could go home.

‘Jaejoong?’ Yunho thought to him self. Yup it was Kim Jaejoong alright. ‘What’s he doing here…and who’s he talking to?’ Yunho walked through the main gate. Across the street he saw Jaejoong, with another guy. Their backs were turned so he couldn’t any faces but he from the uniform knew the guy was from their school. Out of curiosity Yunho decided to follow.

——

“What do you want?” Jae demanded. He didn’t like the smug grin on the stranger’s face, or the looks on all the others. They’d dragged him into an empty parking lot, form the looks of things, it hadn’t been in habited in quite a while.

“Nothing, we just want a little pay back for one of our friends.” His grin grew wider.

“We?” On cue three other guys came into view. It was as if they’d appeared out id thin air, or maybe they were always there. It didn’t matter. Jaejoong didn’t care.

“We.”

“Whatever. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Jae went to leave but the two guys blocked his path. The four all together gathered around, circling him.

“Remember this afternoon, the one you crushed under that pile of books?”

‘What?’ “I didn’t do anything. He injured himself.”

“Well we’re about to injure you.” A punch came hurdling towards Jae from the front but was quickly dodged.

“I don’t want to fight you.” ‘As much as I’d like to I can’t.’ A kick to the side was easily caught but let go to narrowly evade a plow to the head. Jae backed out of the circle, “look, I really don’t want to fight you.” This was getting annoying and this is a pretty stupid joke. What happened to their friend was an accident. It wouldn’t even have happened if he wasn’t trying to spray paint with Jaejoong’s desk. The reason for them to do this is a joke! If he could fight he’d be out of there already. These guys were persistent too; if he walked away they’d just follow. What to do? What to do? Then POW! The perfect excuse. Jaejoong stumbled back clutching his gut. He’d just been punched in the gut by a powerful upper cut but he couldn’t be happier.

——

Jaejoong dusted himself off. Despite being careful his uniform still got dirty. Heechul and his mother (if she was there) were going to kill him. Not even a full week until he first moved in and already he had gotten into a fight. Good thing he had an excuse.

“Whoa…”

“Who’s there?!” Jaejoong shouted. He’d been seen, hopefully by someone he didn’t know. Chances are it was someone who knew him. Heechul’s got people watching all over the city. “Look I know you’re out there, just come out!”

I’m too lazy and I’m too tired of looking at this episode to check for grammer errors and stuff.
So as usual hope you liked it
-midevilmind

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