Yunho writes
Genre: Fluff|Angst
Pairing: OTP5 | YunJae
Summary: JYJ's world tour in the eyes of Ho.
It’s raining again. I wonder where they are. He’s probably rehearsing for their world tour. WORLD tour. The word gives me chills. It was our ultimate dream. Together- To break in the international market. They say we have a steady fan base abroad. I guess now they will get to prove this. Am I bitter? Of course. I was THE leader. The leader that every leader looked up to. THE man. Now, I WAS the leader. The leader of a once powerful team. I won’t say we’re not powerful on our own, but being together; just gives us that unexplainable power or energy that no one could question nor defy. I guess...Until now.
If we’re going to get back together. I am still not sure. I mean- they are doing so well now. Why come back and be underestimated as the best Korean idol group when they can be Asia’s representative to the world? I write this with a heavy heart. We built that dream together. It was ours for the taking, we were on our way but come to think of it, we grew to be the best idol group, though we may have proven ourselves more than just that, breaking away from that stereotype is the most difficult part of our career. So a sacrifice was needed to be made. Was it supposed to be our friendship? I cannot tell. Because I believe that no distance can define friendship. I mean, sure we don’t talk anymore. We don’t see each other. We don’t live together anymore. We no longer breathe the same air; like how that clever Joongie would put it. I must admit, we are growing apart. Growing apart doesn’t mean not being friends anymore. We may resign as a group, but friendship- especially ours-we can never resign from it. We may have hurt ourselves in the process of trying to fight for what we think is right but we know we have already forgiven each other before we even said sorry. Media and our fans may say we’ve grown apart and we may even feel that ourselves. Yes, it seems that way. But we are not falling apart. People may try to do just that but we remain motionless and firm from we are standing- watching each other from afar. Wishing for each other’s happiness silently in our heavy hearts. Being happy for what we’re achieving on our own. Hoping be to together again soon and rehearsing for our comeback at the back of our minds every moment...
Kim Jaejoong..
My other half- I admit- the better part of me. My heart squeezes silently every time I see you. I’ve witnessed you in moments none of them or our or your adoring fans will ever get to see. Like when you wake up from the morning without the proper perfectness you always project- hair messed up in a ponytail while cooking breakfast, voice cracked up always complaining lovingly why you would and should be the one doing it when you do it. Or when you bawl like a mother to Changmin every time he doesn’t clean up his dishes while you’re doing it anyways. I’ve seen you be an annoyingly, adorable and cute boy when you are drunk. Saw you wince in pain every time you work out. You’d shout like you were being murdered or something every time you lift those damn weights that make me worry. I’ve seen you- less perfect but and more beautiful nonetheless. But now. I feel a pang of poignancy as I watch you like one of your adoring fans. Waiting for news on your progress when I was part of that news before. And I could not have been more proud. You’ve always questioned your worth in our group saying how you’re the least loved by our fans. Not at all true, but if that may be, know that I love you the most. I remember that night vividly when we can home from a fan meeting when we were just starting. We were in the van and you kept strangely silent. It was not when I asked you what’s wrong when you suddenly cried and blood dripped from your lips. You bit it so hard when barely anyone lined up to you. I was not able to say anything and I just held your hand and hugged you. But let me tell you now.. I would have been first in your line if was not seated beside you. I know I may not mean much, but you Jaejoong...mean so much more. You’ve kept the group together even if it means pulling yourself apart. I owe our group to you. My only happiness in this unfortunate event is seeing you fly to finally see what I have been seeing all along. So like a kite, fly as high as you can. I will be content with watching you from where I am standing..Holding on to the string that keeps you to me. Never worry. I am going to be ok.. I will never lose you. Continue our dream and be happy doing it. That’s all I ask of you.
Until then my best friend..I’ll see you soon, love..Hang on for me. For us..
I love you.
Still yours,
Ho.
P.S. I wrote this when I saw you cry..again. Didn’t I tell you not to? And yes. I was at the dome- We were there.
A/N: Warming up to update other fics. Do comment ; )
Pairing: OTP5 | YunJae
Summary: JYJ's world tour in the eyes of Ho.
It’s raining again. I wonder where they are. He’s probably rehearsing for their world tour. WORLD tour. The word gives me chills. It was our ultimate dream. Together- To break in the international market. They say we have a steady fan base abroad. I guess now they will get to prove this. Am I bitter? Of course. I was THE leader. The leader that every leader looked up to. THE man. Now, I WAS the leader. The leader of a once powerful team. I won’t say we’re not powerful on our own, but being together; just gives us that unexplainable power or energy that no one could question nor defy. I guess...Until now.
If we’re going to get back together. I am still not sure. I mean- they are doing so well now. Why come back and be underestimated as the best Korean idol group when they can be Asia’s representative to the world? I write this with a heavy heart. We built that dream together. It was ours for the taking, we were on our way but come to think of it, we grew to be the best idol group, though we may have proven ourselves more than just that, breaking away from that stereotype is the most difficult part of our career. So a sacrifice was needed to be made. Was it supposed to be our friendship? I cannot tell. Because I believe that no distance can define friendship. I mean, sure we don’t talk anymore. We don’t see each other. We don’t live together anymore. We no longer breathe the same air; like how that clever Joongie would put it. I must admit, we are growing apart. Growing apart doesn’t mean not being friends anymore. We may resign as a group, but friendship- especially ours-we can never resign from it. We may have hurt ourselves in the process of trying to fight for what we think is right but we know we have already forgiven each other before we even said sorry. Media and our fans may say we’ve grown apart and we may even feel that ourselves. Yes, it seems that way. But we are not falling apart. People may try to do just that but we remain motionless and firm from we are standing- watching each other from afar. Wishing for each other’s happiness silently in our heavy hearts. Being happy for what we’re achieving on our own. Hoping be to together again soon and rehearsing for our comeback at the back of our minds every moment...
Kim Jaejoong..
My other half- I admit- the better part of me. My heart squeezes silently every time I see you. I’ve witnessed you in moments none of them or our or your adoring fans will ever get to see. Like when you wake up from the morning without the proper perfectness you always project- hair messed up in a ponytail while cooking breakfast, voice cracked up always complaining lovingly why you would and should be the one doing it when you do it. Or when you bawl like a mother to Changmin every time he doesn’t clean up his dishes while you’re doing it anyways. I’ve seen you be an annoyingly, adorable and cute boy when you are drunk. Saw you wince in pain every time you work out. You’d shout like you were being murdered or something every time you lift those damn weights that make me worry. I’ve seen you- less perfect but and more beautiful nonetheless. But now. I feel a pang of poignancy as I watch you like one of your adoring fans. Waiting for news on your progress when I was part of that news before. And I could not have been more proud. You’ve always questioned your worth in our group saying how you’re the least loved by our fans. Not at all true, but if that may be, know that I love you the most. I remember that night vividly when we can home from a fan meeting when we were just starting. We were in the van and you kept strangely silent. It was not when I asked you what’s wrong when you suddenly cried and blood dripped from your lips. You bit it so hard when barely anyone lined up to you. I was not able to say anything and I just held your hand and hugged you. But let me tell you now.. I would have been first in your line if was not seated beside you. I know I may not mean much, but you Jaejoong...mean so much more. You’ve kept the group together even if it means pulling yourself apart. I owe our group to you. My only happiness in this unfortunate event is seeing you fly to finally see what I have been seeing all along. So like a kite, fly as high as you can. I will be content with watching you from where I am standing..Holding on to the string that keeps you to me. Never worry. I am going to be ok.. I will never lose you. Continue our dream and be happy doing it. That’s all I ask of you.
Until then my best friend..I’ll see you soon, love..Hang on for me. For us..
I love you.
Still yours,
Ho.
P.S. I wrote this when I saw you cry..again. Didn’t I tell you not to? And yes. I was at the dome- We were there.
A/N: Warming up to update other fics. Do comment ; )