Prologue (1/?) - After Jaejoong!
Jaejoong sighed, pressing his sweaty forehead against the cool bus window. His breath clouded on the glass, and he silently drew his fingertip across the misted section. He hated troubling everyone like this, especially the other TVXQ members. Jaejoong knew he was pretty-thousands of fans reminded him everyday-but this beautiful face was more of a curse than a gift.
See also: SM Entertainment’s best appearance award
See also: ranking number one for three consecutive years as Mnet’s top male-who-would-look-good-in-a-drag
Everyday, there were eyes on him, eyes on his body, eyes on his face, ranging from the hair stylist and backstage dancers to the-guy-who’s-sitting-across-from-me-in-the-bus to other celebrities (EX. Super Junior, Lee Junki, Bae Seul Gi, etc.). Jaejoong has gotten used to the surprised stares, the jealous glares, the lusty lingerings, but still, he shivers when he feels eyes on himself.
This is what comes with beauty.
Jaejoong remembered wanting to be masculine, wanting to be like Yunho, with a possessive smile and a ‘manly’ out front, and even these days those thoughts whisper around his head like ghosts around a shrine. Yunho dealt with only girls as fans. AND nobody attempted to rape him almost everyday.
Jaejoong pursed his lips and shifted on the tattered bus seat. Digging into his pockets, his slender fingers enclosed over the mangled hunk of metal and glass that was once his handphone and sighed again.
It was hopeless. He was lost. And without a handphone.
How did this happen again? Jaejoong mentally snarled, balling his hands into tight fists. That stupid Leader-shi, Jung Yunho just had to step in and attempt to ward off and/or placate the crowd.
See also: drive off the crowd to fufill his possessive! Leader side.
See also: placate his jealous nature by placating the crowd.
Didn’t he realize that Jaejoong was an expert at slipping away cleverly from crowds, even with his clumsy, onstage moves?
The crowd had swarmed in, hands outreached, voices loud, and Jaejoong had been lost in the sea of fans, his handphone knocked successfully onto the ground and trampled into the indescribable shape it was now. To make matters worse, a horde of fanboys (yes, you heard right, fanboys) spotted and ran after him (and Jaejoong was quite sure their intentions were not as good as Jaejoong had hoped). Jaejoong had only recently lost them, weaving almost arbitrarily through the jammed streets of Seoul and hopping onto the nearest bus in sight.
Junsu had given him a bus token as a gag present before the show, eyes serious but with a ghost of smile on his face and said, “Use this, hyung, just in case you have to run away from any fans. Especially fanboys.” He had then winked and left to recite his lines.
Jaejoong had never been more grateful for a gag present.
“Hey! You!” the driver’s scratchy and entirely unpleasant voice called from the front seat. Jaejoong cringed at her hoarse, unkept voice.
“Huh?” Jaejoong turned to face the overweight grandmotherly (albeit one that was more than susceptible to obscenities than most) figure’s scrutinizing scowl, as if she expected him to be a mugger or thief.
“This is our last stop! Get off or pay me to drive more,” she snapped impatiently. Either she didn’t know that he was the Youngwoong Jaejoong of TVXQ, or she just didn’t care. Jaejoong leaned towards the latter.
Meekly, he searched his pockets for money. Nothing. Only a few signed autographs, his once handphone and a paperclip were found.
“Here?” he showed her the autographs weakly, and she scoffed and pointed towards the door.
“OUT!” she bellowed. He nodded quickly and slid out the entrance before biting his lip and feeling his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.
Where in the world was he?
Fine~