[ENG] .Grey:00
.Grey:00 - Prologue
He's been told he was like a dazzling star, but then why was his world slowly fading to grey? And when a calculated twist of fate threatens to tear the group apart, he will realize he was never meant to shine without them. (thanks to nadesico_chan)
A/N: I hope you'll enjoy this story! The first chapter had been written in October. At that time, I didn't know exactly what the Samsung project Junsu was taking part of was. Please keep in mind that it is a fanfiction and all facts are fictional.
From nadesico_chan: This work has originally been written in French, and I liked it so much I thought it was a pity for it not to be read by a wider audience, so eleawin and I decided to work on an English version. Thus we apologize for grammar and vocabulary mistakes that may occur. We hope you'll enjoy reading it!
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He felt like a puppet, that one made dance, dance and swirl around on stage. A puppet manipulated by so many expert fingers: managers, hair stylists, coodis; and which strings became entangled to form knots growing more and more intricate each day. And when the knots couldn’t be disentangled anymore…
“Junsu”
The door swung open and a small streak of light filtered through the dim room. Yunho felt his way for the switch for a moment in the dark, revealing the huddled figure lying on the bed. Yunho sighed.
“It’s time Junsu…”
He stirred the man’s shoulder. Junsu mumbled something but did not open his eyes, and Yunho sighed again.
“Junsu, he called louder. Wake up.”
“Let him sleep a little more, it’s only 6 Am,” whispered Jaejoong who was standing at the doorstep.
The older one looked tired too, pale and dark rings under his eyes. Despite the fact he was physically exhausted, the sparkle in his pupils showed he was ready to start a new day. Unlike Junsu. Yunho pursed his lips and observed the younger one, too pale, too thin, tiny form cramped in those big blankets.
Jaejoong came in the room and pressed again the switch to dim the light.
“Go before Changmin eats it all” Jaejoong said, putting an authoritarian hand on his forearm.
“I’d like Junsu to eat before we leave.”
“I’ll take a snack, he’ll eat in the car. Let him sleep a little more Yunho…”
Yunho hated to hear that begging note in the eldest’s voice. He hated it, and he hated even more when sense of duty made him do things he didn’t approve of.
“5 minutes left” he said, and he glanced at his watch. Fame couldn’t wait.
…And when the knots couldn’t be disentangled anymore, they would simply be cut.
He's been told he was like a dazzling star, but then why was his world slowly fading to grey? And when a calculated twist of fate threatens to tear the group apart, he will realize he was never meant to shine without them. (thanks to nadesico_chan)
A/N: I hope you'll enjoy this story! The first chapter had been written in October. At that time, I didn't know exactly what the Samsung project Junsu was taking part of was. Please keep in mind that it is a fanfiction and all facts are fictional.
From nadesico_chan: This work has originally been written in French, and I liked it so much I thought it was a pity for it not to be read by a wider audience, so eleawin and I decided to work on an English version. Thus we apologize for grammar and vocabulary mistakes that may occur. We hope you'll enjoy reading it!
0.
He felt like a puppet, that one made dance, dance and swirl around on stage. A puppet manipulated by so many expert fingers: managers, hair stylists, coodis; and which strings became entangled to form knots growing more and more intricate each day. And when the knots couldn’t be disentangled anymore…
“Junsu”
The door swung open and a small streak of light filtered through the dim room. Yunho felt his way for the switch for a moment in the dark, revealing the huddled figure lying on the bed. Yunho sighed.
“It’s time Junsu…”
He stirred the man’s shoulder. Junsu mumbled something but did not open his eyes, and Yunho sighed again.
“Junsu, he called louder. Wake up.”
“Let him sleep a little more, it’s only 6 Am,” whispered Jaejoong who was standing at the doorstep.
The older one looked tired too, pale and dark rings under his eyes. Despite the fact he was physically exhausted, the sparkle in his pupils showed he was ready to start a new day. Unlike Junsu. Yunho pursed his lips and observed the younger one, too pale, too thin, tiny form cramped in those big blankets.
Jaejoong came in the room and pressed again the switch to dim the light.
“Go before Changmin eats it all” Jaejoong said, putting an authoritarian hand on his forearm.
“I’d like Junsu to eat before we leave.”
“I’ll take a snack, he’ll eat in the car. Let him sleep a little more Yunho…”
Yunho hated to hear that begging note in the eldest’s voice. He hated it, and he hated even more when sense of duty made him do things he didn’t approve of.
“5 minutes left” he said, and he glanced at his watch. Fame couldn’t wait.
…And when the knots couldn’t be disentangled anymore, they would simply be cut.