Where's Onew? or, Jinki's Secret
Title: Where’s Onew? or, Jinki’s Secret
Author: mimi_oly
Rating: PG-13 for mature theme
Pairing/Focus: Onew
Word count: 435
Summary: A theory to explain Onew's public disappearance in early 2012
She was the smartest girl in his class. Her parents ran the convenience store around the corner from his family’s butcher shop. Her family lived in the same building as his, two floors down.
They took piano lessons from the same teacher. They won first prize together in the science fair their third year of middle school. She loved his quirky sense of humor. He loved, well … her.
He had just turned 16 (she was a whopping 10 months older -- one more week and she would have been his noona), when he confessed on Christmas Day. Two months later, at the end of the school year, they found themselves unsupervised while their parents granted them a vacation from work.
They spent their days discovering each other’s bodies. She learned that a feathery, gliding touch could have him undone in under five minutes. He learned how gorgeous her voice sounded when his fingers circled and pressed just so. When at last they gave themselves over to each other completely, there was no shame, no regret.
The next day, he received the letter inviting him to become an official trainee at the company where he took voice lessons. He showed her his schedule with an apologetic smile.
--It looks like you won’t have time anymore for long walks home from school, or midnight raids for kimbap.
--Jagiya, don’t be sad.
--I’m happy for you; go make your dreams come true.
He saw less and less of her over the next weeks as his training demands increased. They still sat together at school, but afterward he had to race for the bus headed into the city. There were no more shared notes, no more impromptu study sessions.
Then, one day in May, she was gone. He noticed, but was too busy to ask around about her absence that day. When a week had gone by, he stopped in at the corner store.
My sister in California needed help with her store was the cryptic explanation her mother gave him. I don’t have her contact information handy was the only reply to his pleas. Her friends at school were equally mystified.
Heartbroken, he threw himself into his training and schoolwork. His success was gratifying, but hollow. No beloved band mate or adoring fan girl could take her place or fill the hole in his soul.
Five years later, he was awakened by an urgent phone call. His mother was hysterical.
--Is Dad okay?
--Yes, it’s not that…
--What’s wrong?
--She’s back - she came home from the States…
--Is she -?
--…and she brought her son…
--She’s married?
--…and he looks exactly like you.
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a/n : Just a little drabble I shampooed out the other day. We miss you, Jinki!
Part Two is here
Author: mimi_oly
Rating: PG-13 for mature theme
Pairing/Focus: Onew
Word count: 435
Summary: A theory to explain Onew's public disappearance in early 2012
She was the smartest girl in his class. Her parents ran the convenience store around the corner from his family’s butcher shop. Her family lived in the same building as his, two floors down.
They took piano lessons from the same teacher. They won first prize together in the science fair their third year of middle school. She loved his quirky sense of humor. He loved, well … her.
He had just turned 16 (she was a whopping 10 months older -- one more week and she would have been his noona), when he confessed on Christmas Day. Two months later, at the end of the school year, they found themselves unsupervised while their parents granted them a vacation from work.
They spent their days discovering each other’s bodies. She learned that a feathery, gliding touch could have him undone in under five minutes. He learned how gorgeous her voice sounded when his fingers circled and pressed just so. When at last they gave themselves over to each other completely, there was no shame, no regret.
The next day, he received the letter inviting him to become an official trainee at the company where he took voice lessons. He showed her his schedule with an apologetic smile.
--It looks like you won’t have time anymore for long walks home from school, or midnight raids for kimbap.
--Jagiya, don’t be sad.
--I’m happy for you; go make your dreams come true.
He saw less and less of her over the next weeks as his training demands increased. They still sat together at school, but afterward he had to race for the bus headed into the city. There were no more shared notes, no more impromptu study sessions.
Then, one day in May, she was gone. He noticed, but was too busy to ask around about her absence that day. When a week had gone by, he stopped in at the corner store.
My sister in California needed help with her store was the cryptic explanation her mother gave him. I don’t have her contact information handy was the only reply to his pleas. Her friends at school were equally mystified.
Heartbroken, he threw himself into his training and schoolwork. His success was gratifying, but hollow. No beloved band mate or adoring fan girl could take her place or fill the hole in his soul.
Five years later, he was awakened by an urgent phone call. His mother was hysterical.
--Is Dad okay?
--Yes, it’s not that…
--What’s wrong?
--She’s back - she came home from the States…
--Is she -?
--…and she brought her son…
--She’s married?
--…and he looks exactly like you.
* * * * *
a/n : Just a little drabble I shampooed out the other day. We miss you, Jinki!
Part Two is here