Volleyball Blues
Title: Volleyball Blues
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 1
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives. [Bad summary]
A/N: Ha. YunJae has been clouding my mind so much...
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing
"Hey, Jaejoongie, are you coming to volleyball practice?"
"Y-Yoochun!"
"Are you?" Yoochun bounced the ball a few more times before turning around to pass it to an open basketball member.
"Focus on your game!" Jaejoong shouted, blushing because of all the attention and eyes that were staring at him.
"Not until you answer me!" Yoochun spun around to catch the ball that was passed to him. He bounced the orange ball while trying to get away from the other team's player.
"Score, you idiot! There's only twenty seconds left!" Jaejoong hissed, getting up to throw popcorn at his friend.
"I'm not playing until you answer!"
"Yah! Park! What the hell are you doing?!" a team member yelled, waving his arms around, trying to get Yoochun's attention.
"Yoochun! I'm serious! Eleven seconds!!"
"Jaejoongie! I'm serious too! Are you going or not? Nine seconds!"
Jaejoong panicked. If he didn't answer, his school would lose the basketball tournament. "Yes!" he blurted, and Yoochun swiveled on his heel and jumped up, throwing the ball.
It went in with a swish sound, the ball going straight in and not touching the rim.
Cheers erupted throughout the gym and people stood and got onto their feet.
Jaejoong sat back down and sighed, placing his right hand over his thumping heart.
Why was Yoochun even asking him about volleyball in the middle of a game, and volleyball started a week after basketball? He had a whole week to ask.
Jaejoong made his way out of the gym and down to the boys changeroom, where he could pull Yoochun out.
"Jaejoongie!" was the greeting he got, and a gigantic hug. "Did ya see that, Jaejoongie? Did you see my super amazing awesome score?"
"What were you thinking?! We could have lost with you running around the court asking me stupid questions!"
Yoochun pouted, "Aww, come on, Jaejoongie, I wanted to know."
"You could've asked after! Volleyball doesn't start till next week!"
"Yeah, but, I wanted to make sure. Besides, now that you've said yes, you have to come."
Jaejoong slapped his friend's face lightly, "Whatever. I was going to come anyway."
"Were you?"
"Yeah I--" Jaejoong's voice faded to silence when a tall teen walked past them and out the door.
"Oh gosh..."
Yoochun gazed after the boy who left, "What?"
"He just walked past... Oh my gosh... And I probably look like crap..."
Yoochun rolled his eyes when he realized who Jaejoong was rambling about, "Ooooh. You're such a girl, you girl. How long has this crush been going on, six months?"
"Two years--"
"So I was off by a year and a half, but still, it has gone on too long, Jaejoongie!" Yoochun picked up his duffle bag and swung it over his shoulder, "What's so great about Shim Changmin anyway?"
"He's cute. And smart. And hot. And cute. And athletic. And tall. And cute. And handsome. And he's a whole year older!"
"That's what every girl falls for. You're no different."
Jaejoong nodded as he dragged Yoochun out of the changeroom, "I know."
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"Three more days~" Yoochun sang as he and Jaejoong sat down at their usual table during lunch.
Jaejoong shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "You're counting?"
"Yes, Jaejoongie."
"W-Why?"
"Because," Yoochun took a bite of his sandwich, "I get to see you in shorts!"
"About that--"
"You're gonna look so good."
"Yoochun--"
"You've played volleyball before, right?"
Jaejoong poked his straw into his strawberry juicebox, "Yeah. During summer camp. But--"
"Then you should be great!"
"Not really..."
"Did people ogle your sexy legs when you played?"
"W-We didn't wear shorts. We didn't have too. But Chun--"
"Oh, well that's one big huge loss for them."
"You haven't even seen me wear shorts before either."
Yoochun shrugged, "I've imagined it."
"You pervert."
The younger teen beamed, "That's me!"
"Park!"
A hand slammed itself down on the surface of the table, causing Yoochun and Jaejoong's lunch trays to lift into the air a bit.
"Yes?"
"You know about volleyball on Friday, right?"
Yoochun blinked a few times at his fellow teammate that was on the basketball team, Jung Yunho. "Of course I know about it."
"Be there," Yunho said firmly, pointing a finger in Yoochun's face. He then noticed Jaejoong making a face at him, "What're you looking at, twiggy?"
"Twiggy? Excuse me?" Jaejoong tossed his empty juicebox to the side and stood up.
Yoochun gasped in amazement when the juicebox landed perfectly in a garbage can. "Jaejoongie, that was incredi--"
"You're the guy who distracted Yoochun in the middle of the basketball game!"
"I did not distract him! He was the one asking me a question!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't have been at the game!"
"What?! I can go where ever I want!"
"Go where ever you want, just don't go where I go!"
By now the whole cafeteria was watching as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Jaejoong placed his hands on his hips, "How the hell would I know where you're going?! Besides, I wouldn't wanna go there anyway if that means seeing your ugly face!"
Yunho spluttered, "What did you just say?!"
"You heard me!"
Yoochun decided it was the time to step in, "Guys, guys, chill for a second..."
"The only thing that needs to chill is that he-she!"
"He-She?! You fu--"
"Whoa there!" Yoochun stuffed his half eaten sandwich in Jaejoong's mouth and sat him down. "Yunho, I'm going to the volleyball tryouts on Friday, alright?"
"'Kay. Tell your PMSing girlfriend to lay off and get her out of my sight."
Jaejoong shot up from his seat again and spit the sandwich out, "I am going too rip your--"
Yoochun slapped a hand over his friend's mouth and slowly backed out of the cafeteria, "We're off to next period! See you Friday!"
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"That's what your wearing?"
Jaejoong gulped, "Is it that bad?"
"Yes." Yoochun wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his lip with his sleeve. "That's..."
"It's my sister's shorts! I didn't have any!" Jaejoong played with the hem of his shirt.
"You didn't have any? Are you serious? Not even ONE pair?"
Jaejoong shook his head, "I tried to tell you on Tuesday. I spent all my money on birthday and Christmas presents for my nieces and nephews. I only have two dollars and seventy-six cents left. I doubt that buys shorts."
Yoochun groaned, "You couldn't ask me for shorts?"
"No," Jaejoong's face scrunched up with disgust, "Yours are probably sweaty and gross and nasty."
"That's what you do in sports, Jae, you sweat."
"Ew! Not me. I don't sweat, and I don't plan on ever sweating, ever!"
"Right... Well what about asking your parents for money?"
"They stopped lending me money when I got a job."
"Then what about your job?"
"I haven't got my payment yet. I don't get it till the end of the month since my boss is on vacation."
Yoochun face palmed, "By the end of the month, volleyball is over."
Jaejoong smoothed out any wrinkles in the shorts, "I guess this is a bit weird... But is there really a problem with it? It still covers up what needs to be covered."
"They're pink."
"So?"
"They only reach mid way of your thighs."
"So?"
"So? You're saying so? How are we supposed to play when all the guys on our team have boners?"
Jaejoong raised a brow, "Boners? Why would they have boners?"
"Have you looked in a mirror?"
"Yes. Everyday."
"Nevermind..."
Jaejoong huffed, "Then should I just go back to the cafeteria? I don't have to try out, you know."
"No. You're trying out."
"Then stop critisizing what I'm wearing!" Jaejoong tugged his friend's sleeve, "Let's just go in the gym and get this over with."
"Whatever you say."
When the two best friends opened the door to the gym and entered, many pairs of eyes were on them.
"Oh God, you have answered my prayers," one boy said, staring at Jaejoong's lower half.
"Uh..." Yoochun and Jaejoong fidgeted around.
"Park! What the hell?"
"Yunho?"
Yunho ran over, nearly crashing into Jaejoong, "This is a boy's volleyball practice. No girls allowed."
"What? You little--"
Yoochun stepped in between his friend and his fellow teammate, "Yunho, Jaejoong's not a girl, we've been over this. He's a he. He came to try out."
"Try out?" Yunho checked Jaejoong from head to waist, trying to avoid his legs, "You might as well just leave. You wouldn't make it even if you gave the captain a lap dance."
"Yeah?! I could totally make it, you bastard!" Jaejoong pushed Yoochun to the side and closed the space, standing right in front of Yunho.
Since Jaejoong was a little shorter, he had to tilt his head up to make eye contact.
"You? On the team?" Yunho snorted, "I think when the ball comes to you, you'd run away from it, afraid of messing up your hair!"
"Balls don't scare me! Maybe you should grow some!"
The taller teen's nostrils flared, "What'd you say, punk?!"
"You heard me!" Jaejoong started making his way over to the volleyball rack, picking one ball up, "I think I could play better that you, idiot!"
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yeah!" Jaejoong tossed the ball into the air and smacked it hard with his wrist. The ball headed straight for Yunho and hit him right in the nose, the force causing him to fall backwards.
"How'd you like that?!"
"You bitch!" Yunho scrambled up, "I don't care what you say, Park, little missy isn't going to tryout!" Yunho shouted angrily, wiping blood away from his nose.
Jaejoong grabbed another ball and threw it up and down in his hand, ready to spike it again, "Who died and made you captain of the volleyball team?!"
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, to stop the fighting, but a voice cut through the tense air.
"Nobody died and made him captain." A body weaved its way through the crowd of boys, "You can can try out, pretty. By the way, I'm captain of this team. My name's Shim Changmin."
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should I continue? It was just a little plot that popped into my head and I needed to write it xD
Character Profiles:
Name: Shim Changmin
Grade: 11
Age: 16
Name: Jung Yunho
Grade: 11
Age: 16
Name: Kim Jaejoong
Grade: 10
Age: 15
Name: Park Yoochun
Grade: 10
Age: 15
Name: Kim Junsu
Grade: 10
Age: 15
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 1
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives. [Bad summary]
A/N: Ha. YunJae has been clouding my mind so much...
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing
"Hey, Jaejoongie, are you coming to volleyball practice?"
"Y-Yoochun!"
"Are you?" Yoochun bounced the ball a few more times before turning around to pass it to an open basketball member.
"Focus on your game!" Jaejoong shouted, blushing because of all the attention and eyes that were staring at him.
"Not until you answer me!" Yoochun spun around to catch the ball that was passed to him. He bounced the orange ball while trying to get away from the other team's player.
"Score, you idiot! There's only twenty seconds left!" Jaejoong hissed, getting up to throw popcorn at his friend.
"I'm not playing until you answer!"
"Yah! Park! What the hell are you doing?!" a team member yelled, waving his arms around, trying to get Yoochun's attention.
"Yoochun! I'm serious! Eleven seconds!!"
"Jaejoongie! I'm serious too! Are you going or not? Nine seconds!"
Jaejoong panicked. If he didn't answer, his school would lose the basketball tournament. "Yes!" he blurted, and Yoochun swiveled on his heel and jumped up, throwing the ball.
It went in with a swish sound, the ball going straight in and not touching the rim.
Cheers erupted throughout the gym and people stood and got onto their feet.
Jaejoong sat back down and sighed, placing his right hand over his thumping heart.
Why was Yoochun even asking him about volleyball in the middle of a game, and volleyball started a week after basketball? He had a whole week to ask.
Jaejoong made his way out of the gym and down to the boys changeroom, where he could pull Yoochun out.
"Jaejoongie!" was the greeting he got, and a gigantic hug. "Did ya see that, Jaejoongie? Did you see my super amazing awesome score?"
"What were you thinking?! We could have lost with you running around the court asking me stupid questions!"
Yoochun pouted, "Aww, come on, Jaejoongie, I wanted to know."
"You could've asked after! Volleyball doesn't start till next week!"
"Yeah, but, I wanted to make sure. Besides, now that you've said yes, you have to come."
Jaejoong slapped his friend's face lightly, "Whatever. I was going to come anyway."
"Were you?"
"Yeah I--" Jaejoong's voice faded to silence when a tall teen walked past them and out the door.
"Oh gosh..."
Yoochun gazed after the boy who left, "What?"
"He just walked past... Oh my gosh... And I probably look like crap..."
Yoochun rolled his eyes when he realized who Jaejoong was rambling about, "Ooooh. You're such a girl, you girl. How long has this crush been going on, six months?"
"Two years--"
"So I was off by a year and a half, but still, it has gone on too long, Jaejoongie!" Yoochun picked up his duffle bag and swung it over his shoulder, "What's so great about Shim Changmin anyway?"
"He's cute. And smart. And hot. And cute. And athletic. And tall. And cute. And handsome. And he's a whole year older!"
"That's what every girl falls for. You're no different."
Jaejoong nodded as he dragged Yoochun out of the changeroom, "I know."
____________________________
"Three more days~" Yoochun sang as he and Jaejoong sat down at their usual table during lunch.
Jaejoong shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "You're counting?"
"Yes, Jaejoongie."
"W-Why?"
"Because," Yoochun took a bite of his sandwich, "I get to see you in shorts!"
"About that--"
"You're gonna look so good."
"Yoochun--"
"You've played volleyball before, right?"
Jaejoong poked his straw into his strawberry juicebox, "Yeah. During summer camp. But--"
"Then you should be great!"
"Not really..."
"Did people ogle your sexy legs when you played?"
"W-We didn't wear shorts. We didn't have too. But Chun--"
"Oh, well that's one big huge loss for them."
"You haven't even seen me wear shorts before either."
Yoochun shrugged, "I've imagined it."
"You pervert."
The younger teen beamed, "That's me!"
"Park!"
A hand slammed itself down on the surface of the table, causing Yoochun and Jaejoong's lunch trays to lift into the air a bit.
"Yes?"
"You know about volleyball on Friday, right?"
Yoochun blinked a few times at his fellow teammate that was on the basketball team, Jung Yunho. "Of course I know about it."
"Be there," Yunho said firmly, pointing a finger in Yoochun's face. He then noticed Jaejoong making a face at him, "What're you looking at, twiggy?"
"Twiggy? Excuse me?" Jaejoong tossed his empty juicebox to the side and stood up.
Yoochun gasped in amazement when the juicebox landed perfectly in a garbage can. "Jaejoongie, that was incredi--"
"You're the guy who distracted Yoochun in the middle of the basketball game!"
"I did not distract him! He was the one asking me a question!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't have been at the game!"
"What?! I can go where ever I want!"
"Go where ever you want, just don't go where I go!"
By now the whole cafeteria was watching as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Jaejoong placed his hands on his hips, "How the hell would I know where you're going?! Besides, I wouldn't wanna go there anyway if that means seeing your ugly face!"
Yunho spluttered, "What did you just say?!"
"You heard me!"
Yoochun decided it was the time to step in, "Guys, guys, chill for a second..."
"The only thing that needs to chill is that he-she!"
"He-She?! You fu--"
"Whoa there!" Yoochun stuffed his half eaten sandwich in Jaejoong's mouth and sat him down. "Yunho, I'm going to the volleyball tryouts on Friday, alright?"
"'Kay. Tell your PMSing girlfriend to lay off and get her out of my sight."
Jaejoong shot up from his seat again and spit the sandwich out, "I am going too rip your--"
Yoochun slapped a hand over his friend's mouth and slowly backed out of the cafeteria, "We're off to next period! See you Friday!"
_______________________________
"That's what your wearing?"
Jaejoong gulped, "Is it that bad?"
"Yes." Yoochun wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his lip with his sleeve. "That's..."
"It's my sister's shorts! I didn't have any!" Jaejoong played with the hem of his shirt.
"You didn't have any? Are you serious? Not even ONE pair?"
Jaejoong shook his head, "I tried to tell you on Tuesday. I spent all my money on birthday and Christmas presents for my nieces and nephews. I only have two dollars and seventy-six cents left. I doubt that buys shorts."
Yoochun groaned, "You couldn't ask me for shorts?"
"No," Jaejoong's face scrunched up with disgust, "Yours are probably sweaty and gross and nasty."
"That's what you do in sports, Jae, you sweat."
"Ew! Not me. I don't sweat, and I don't plan on ever sweating, ever!"
"Right... Well what about asking your parents for money?"
"They stopped lending me money when I got a job."
"Then what about your job?"
"I haven't got my payment yet. I don't get it till the end of the month since my boss is on vacation."
Yoochun face palmed, "By the end of the month, volleyball is over."
Jaejoong smoothed out any wrinkles in the shorts, "I guess this is a bit weird... But is there really a problem with it? It still covers up what needs to be covered."
"They're pink."
"So?"
"They only reach mid way of your thighs."
"So?"
"So? You're saying so? How are we supposed to play when all the guys on our team have boners?"
Jaejoong raised a brow, "Boners? Why would they have boners?"
"Have you looked in a mirror?"
"Yes. Everyday."
"Nevermind..."
Jaejoong huffed, "Then should I just go back to the cafeteria? I don't have to try out, you know."
"No. You're trying out."
"Then stop critisizing what I'm wearing!" Jaejoong tugged his friend's sleeve, "Let's just go in the gym and get this over with."
"Whatever you say."
When the two best friends opened the door to the gym and entered, many pairs of eyes were on them.
"Oh God, you have answered my prayers," one boy said, staring at Jaejoong's lower half.
"Uh..." Yoochun and Jaejoong fidgeted around.
"Park! What the hell?"
"Yunho?"
Yunho ran over, nearly crashing into Jaejoong, "This is a boy's volleyball practice. No girls allowed."
"What? You little--"
Yoochun stepped in between his friend and his fellow teammate, "Yunho, Jaejoong's not a girl, we've been over this. He's a he. He came to try out."
"Try out?" Yunho checked Jaejoong from head to waist, trying to avoid his legs, "You might as well just leave. You wouldn't make it even if you gave the captain a lap dance."
"Yeah?! I could totally make it, you bastard!" Jaejoong pushed Yoochun to the side and closed the space, standing right in front of Yunho.
Since Jaejoong was a little shorter, he had to tilt his head up to make eye contact.
"You? On the team?" Yunho snorted, "I think when the ball comes to you, you'd run away from it, afraid of messing up your hair!"
"Balls don't scare me! Maybe you should grow some!"
The taller teen's nostrils flared, "What'd you say, punk?!"
"You heard me!" Jaejoong started making his way over to the volleyball rack, picking one ball up, "I think I could play better that you, idiot!"
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yeah!" Jaejoong tossed the ball into the air and smacked it hard with his wrist. The ball headed straight for Yunho and hit him right in the nose, the force causing him to fall backwards.
"How'd you like that?!"
"You bitch!" Yunho scrambled up, "I don't care what you say, Park, little missy isn't going to tryout!" Yunho shouted angrily, wiping blood away from his nose.
Jaejoong grabbed another ball and threw it up and down in his hand, ready to spike it again, "Who died and made you captain of the volleyball team?!"
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, to stop the fighting, but a voice cut through the tense air.
"Nobody died and made him captain." A body weaved its way through the crowd of boys, "You can can try out, pretty. By the way, I'm captain of this team. My name's Shim Changmin."
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should I continue? It was just a little plot that popped into my head and I needed to write it xD
Character Profiles:
Name: Shim Changmin
Grade: 11
Age: 16
Name: Jung Yunho
Grade: 11
Age: 16
Name: Kim Jaejoong
Grade: 10
Age: 15
Name: Park Yoochun
Grade: 10
Age: 15
Name: Kim Junsu
Grade: 10
Age: 15