Volleyball Blues
Title: Volleyball Blues
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 3
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives.
A/N: Hee, I just finished my peace poster and decided to finish this chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
"Jung Yunho, that Jung Yunho!" Jaejoong pulled at his hair, this time not caring if it got messed up. "Wait, his last name is Jung, right?"
"Yeah," Yoochun replied, not taking his eyes off his paper.
Jaejoong stared at him with a surprised look, "I didn't know you did your homework so early after school."
"I don't," Yoochun moved his pencil a few more times before holding the paper up, "Look, Jaejoongie, it's a dinosaur."
Jaejoong squinted, "That's... That's not a dinosaur."
"It is."
"Then..." Jaejoong pointed, "What's that?"
"It's a gun."
"Huh?"
"You know, killer dinosaurs with razor sharp teeth and guns. They're also kinda like transformers! They take the form of a tree and when the evil Megatron Rex comes and BAM! This Optimus Dragonsaur comes and saves the dino world! The bad guy would've never saw it coming cause he'd just be trying to eat the tree but the tree was really Opt--"
"Chun, are you sure you're younger than me? Are you sure you're fifteen?"
Yoochun smiled, "Positive."
"Then I suggest you throw that drawing into the garbage. With your story. A dragonsaur isn't even a dinosaur."
Yoochun scanned the paper, "Yeah, it was kinda corny anyway. Maybe if I get a start on my homework now, I can go on the computer later. Yes. I will do that," the teen took out his math textbook from his bag.
Jaejoong's eyebrows furrowed and he picked up his pencil, "I forgot what I was talking about."
"Um... Yunho?"
"Oh yeah! That ass!" Jaejoong dropped his pencil again to cross his arms. "Why is he so mean anyway? Why does he hate me so much? What did I do?"
"Well... Why do you hate him so much?"
"Because--" Jaejoong paused. "Because..."
"Because?"
"Because!"
"Because...?"
"Because!"
"Because?"
"Because I just don't! It's a natural feeling."
Yoochun shrugged, "Then maybe that's why he doesn't like you. It's a natural feeling."
Jaejoong grumbled and pressed in some numbers into his calculator.
"Why are you thinking about him anyway? You never used to talk to me about anyone else but Changmin while we did our homework together."
Jaejoong's brain melted at the thought of the older teen. "Ee, so cute!"
"I shouldn't have said anything..."
"I can't wait for lunch tomorrow, Chun!"
"Volleyball?"
"Yes! And your captain, of course."
"You know, I'm kinda wondering what the team will be, since this year a lot of good people tried out."
"Do you think I'll make it?"
"Not sure. I don't even know if I'll make it."
Jaejoong sighed, "I only really tried out cause you wanted me there, anyway."
"And Changmin."
"Hee, Changmin..." Jaejoong squealed.
"What about Yunho?"
Jaejoong's smiled disappeared and a scowl took its place, "Ugh, the ugly bastard!"
"Actually, I find Yunho quite attractive."
"He's--" Jaejoong thought. Thought about Yunho, his arms, his tan face, defined lips, rough hands. Maybe even those abs under his shirt. "Uh..."
"See, even you think he's good looking."
"No! I don't! His... His face is too small! A-And... He's... a... Pervert!"
Yoochun chuckled, "Well he wasn't the one who put his hand on your thigh, now was he? I remember you did that."
A blush spread across Jaejoong's face, "I... Er--... Do your homework, Park!"
Yoochun grinned and went back to doodling ducks on the front of his math notebook.
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"Welcome back to tryouts, boys!"
"Except that one," Yunho glared at Jaejoong, "She is most definately not a man. Not even a pretty girl."
"Hey!" Jaejoong pushed past Yoochun and stood in front of Yunho, "You don't think I'm pretty?! Who was the one who got a hard on from touching--"
"You were the one who put my hand there!" Yunho cried out, cutting Jaejoong off before the younger one could say anything about the incident yesterday.
"Well you said that I was a slut so I was just proving to you that--"
"Okay then!" Yoochun shoved Jaejoong to the side so he could speak, "Let's uh... start the tryouts, yes?"
Changmin nodded, not bothering to deal with the two's arguements, "Onto the court, boys!"
The captain counted heads as the boys lined up in single file.
"Is it just me, or are there less people than yesterday?"
One boy, hearing Changmin mumbling to himself, piped up, "Oh! My hyung told me that he couldn't come to tryouts anymore cause of a hot guy that wears pink shorts."
"Hot guy who wears--" Changmin's gaze fell on Jaejoong, "Jaejoong-sshi..."
"Yes?" Jaejoong felt butterflies go off in his stomach. He loved it when Changmin said his name.
"Uh..." Changmin opened his mouth to tell the younger something about his shorts, but he closed it when his eyes went down to Jaejoong's legs. "N-Nevermind..."
"BAMBIYAHH!" a high, squeaky voice boomed, echoing off the walls of the silent gym. "Hmm. It's very quiet in here? Was my Kenyan off? I should go look it up..."
"Junsu!" Yunho called, waving the boy over.
"Oh! Hyung! Have you started yet? I wanted to see!"
"We haven't started, thanks to what missy over there is wearing."
Junsu gave the older a puzzled look, "But from yesterday it looked like you enjoyed Jaejoong-sshi in those shorts! Like when you got a hard on from touching--"
Yunho placed a hand on top of his dongsaeng's mouth, "Why don't you go over there and study."
"Alrighty!" Junsu beamed and set his bag down on his usual bench.
"We should continue, we only have twenty minutes till tryouts are over, and then I have to pick the team," Changmin clapped his hands together, "Time to serve!"
Yoochun picked up and ball and served underhand, the ball landing right in the court.
"Nice!"
Yoochun bowed in response to Changmin's compliment and plopped down next to Junsu.
"Hey, you," Yoochun greeted, scooting just a little bit closer to the younger, "What are ya working on there?"
Junsu looked up, and he blushed and slid away when he found Yoochun's face so close to his. "I'm doing art homework."
"Really?" Yoochun removed Junsu's arm from covering his paper so he could see, "Are you drawing portraits?" he asked when he saw a rough outline of a head and lines cutting the face into sections. He also saw a really faint drawing of an eye.
Junsu nodded, suddenly feeling shy.
Yoochun jumped to his feet and stood in superman stance, one hand on his hip and the other in a fist in the air, "Care to draw me?"
Junsu giggled and smiled brightly, "You're really dramatic."
"That's me!" A wide, silly grin spread across Yoochun's face. "So-- Ow!!"
Yoochun rubbed the back of his head where a ball had hit him. He turned around to find Jaejoong picking up the white ball that was rolling back to him.
"Are you here for the rest of the tryouts, or are you here to flirt?"
Yoochun sighed, "I'm coming, I'm coming." He winked at the younger before jogging back to the court.
"We're playing a game! Six of you on that side, another six on that side! Form your own teams, and please, please, put some people that know what they're doing on your team," Changmin ordered, his voice so demanding and sexy.
Or that's just Jaejoong's thoughts.
"Oh hey, Kim Jaejoong-sshi, come on my team!" Kim Heechul shouted, grabbing the teen and pulling him into a group of five and in the opposite direction of where Yoochun was headed.
"Okay," Jaejoong responded, checking over the group.
He thought it was fine, until his eyes landed on Jung Yunho.
"You!"
"What?!"
"Why are you here?!"
"Why am I here?! Why are you here!"
Hankyung rolled his eyes, "Yah, Heechul hyung, why did you put these two in one group?"
"Because," Heechul started, tossing his long, red hair behind his shoulder, "It's hot when they fight. Fighting leads to fighting in bed, Hannie."
"I am not a tractor-- wait, what?" Jaejoong stopped his insults thrown toward Yunho, "What did you just say?"
"Oh nothing," Heechul smiled sweetly and innocently, patting Yunho and Jaejoong on the back, "Let's sit down on a bench so Captain Sexy over there knows we're a team."
Jaejoong puffed out his cheeks, which Yunho refused to believe was cute, "That's Captain Shim to you!"
Heechul waved his hands around, "Oh, jealous are we?"
"I-- No!" Jaejoong frowned and seated himself beside Yunho without thinking.
Yunho couldn't help it when his gaze was slowly finding its way to Jaejoong's legs.
His socks were a higher than his ankle bone, and going higher were his shins. His flawless, pale shins.
Then his knees, one was bent and one was straight out.
Trailing up were his thighs.
Oh god, and to think he actually touched those beauties.
Higher, was Jaejoong's shorts. The pink catastrophes. The way they would ride up a little more when the teen sat down or jumped. The one that covers that certain area--
Yunho took a deep breath and reminded himself that he didn't like guys. Especially Jaejoong.
Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.
JaejoongJaejoongJaejoongJaejoongJaejoong.
Argh! Yunho needed to hit his head on something, maybe the wall behind him.
Unfortunately, he collided heads with Jaejoong.
"Yah!" Jaejoong yelled, holding the side of his head and stood up, "What was that for?!"
Yunho didn't pay attention since he was lost in thought as he stared at Jaejoong's deep red, pouty lips. Oh geez.
"Answer!"
And his chest. Since the younger teen was bending forward to look at Yunho in the eye, who was sitting, his shirt departed from his front, giving Yunho the perfect view of the smooth skin that's been hiding under the red shirt.
By now he was sure he was drooling.
"H-Hello?" Jaejoong cut the air in front of Yunho's face with his hand, "U-Um... J-Jung Y-Yunho?"
Yunho was dragged harshly away from dirty thoughts about doing Jaejoong and he looked up into the said boy's eyes, dazed.
His eyes were really pretty... Yunho almost lost himself again.
Jaejoong inched towards the chinese man next to him, "H-His name is Yunho right? And his last name is Jung?"
Hankyung whispered his reply, "Yeah."
"Whew. For a second I thought I was saying his name wrong. But if that is his name, then why isn't he responding?"
Hankyung shrugged and glanced over at the captain, who was signalling his team to get on court, "I don't know, Jaejoong-sshi, but we're on."
"Alright. Yah, Jung! I don't know what you're thinking about, but your super cute captain-- I mean... ah... Changmin-sshi, said to the court, now!" Jaejoong snapped his fingers in front of Yunho's face.
"Yeah, okay."
After the twenty minutes were over (but felt like an eternity), Changmin blew his whistle sexily.
Or that's just Jaejoong's thoughts.
Then he smiled, a smile that went really wide and his eyes went mis-matched, which was just adorable.
Or that's just Jaejoong's fangirl thoughts.
"That's it! Thank you for attending! Tomorrow the team will be posted up by the cafeteria! Check it out! Thank you for your time!"
"Thank you!" the gym of boys exited to the changeroom.
"Ah! Park Yoochun!" Yunho gripped the back of his teammate's grey shirt and waited for all the boys to leave, "I-I was wondering... Uh... W-What's missy's e-mail?"
"Missy?"
"J-Jae... J-Jaejoong."
"Oh! Why?"
"C-Could you... Write it down for me?"
Yoochun cocked an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Please? I'll tell you later."
"Okay then..." Yoochun took the pencil from Junsu's moving hand and ripped the corner of the angry teen's paper off,
"Here...?"
Yunho accepted and slipped the folded paper with Jaejoong's e-mail and cell phone number into his shorts pocket. "Thanks."
Junsu watched as his hyung left the gym before turning to Yoochun, "What was that about?"
Yoochun sighed, "I honestly don't know."
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Back again! ^^;
Man, I got the whole plot in my head, and it's just dying to be written *___*
I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes ^///^
Author: hyuukie
Chapter: 3
Pairing: YunJae [main], Jaemin, Yoosu
Summary: Jaejoong tries out for volleyball wearing his sister's shorts. Chaos arrives.
A/N: Hee, I just finished my peace poster and decided to finish this chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own the pairing
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
"Jung Yunho, that Jung Yunho!" Jaejoong pulled at his hair, this time not caring if it got messed up. "Wait, his last name is Jung, right?"
"Yeah," Yoochun replied, not taking his eyes off his paper.
Jaejoong stared at him with a surprised look, "I didn't know you did your homework so early after school."
"I don't," Yoochun moved his pencil a few more times before holding the paper up, "Look, Jaejoongie, it's a dinosaur."
Jaejoong squinted, "That's... That's not a dinosaur."
"It is."
"Then..." Jaejoong pointed, "What's that?"
"It's a gun."
"Huh?"
"You know, killer dinosaurs with razor sharp teeth and guns. They're also kinda like transformers! They take the form of a tree and when the evil Megatron Rex comes and BAM! This Optimus Dragonsaur comes and saves the dino world! The bad guy would've never saw it coming cause he'd just be trying to eat the tree but the tree was really Opt--"
"Chun, are you sure you're younger than me? Are you sure you're fifteen?"
Yoochun smiled, "Positive."
"Then I suggest you throw that drawing into the garbage. With your story. A dragonsaur isn't even a dinosaur."
Yoochun scanned the paper, "Yeah, it was kinda corny anyway. Maybe if I get a start on my homework now, I can go on the computer later. Yes. I will do that," the teen took out his math textbook from his bag.
Jaejoong's eyebrows furrowed and he picked up his pencil, "I forgot what I was talking about."
"Um... Yunho?"
"Oh yeah! That ass!" Jaejoong dropped his pencil again to cross his arms. "Why is he so mean anyway? Why does he hate me so much? What did I do?"
"Well... Why do you hate him so much?"
"Because--" Jaejoong paused. "Because..."
"Because?"
"Because!"
"Because...?"
"Because!"
"Because?"
"Because I just don't! It's a natural feeling."
Yoochun shrugged, "Then maybe that's why he doesn't like you. It's a natural feeling."
Jaejoong grumbled and pressed in some numbers into his calculator.
"Why are you thinking about him anyway? You never used to talk to me about anyone else but Changmin while we did our homework together."
Jaejoong's brain melted at the thought of the older teen. "Ee, so cute!"
"I shouldn't have said anything..."
"I can't wait for lunch tomorrow, Chun!"
"Volleyball?"
"Yes! And your captain, of course."
"You know, I'm kinda wondering what the team will be, since this year a lot of good people tried out."
"Do you think I'll make it?"
"Not sure. I don't even know if I'll make it."
Jaejoong sighed, "I only really tried out cause you wanted me there, anyway."
"And Changmin."
"Hee, Changmin..." Jaejoong squealed.
"What about Yunho?"
Jaejoong's smiled disappeared and a scowl took its place, "Ugh, the ugly bastard!"
"Actually, I find Yunho quite attractive."
"He's--" Jaejoong thought. Thought about Yunho, his arms, his tan face, defined lips, rough hands. Maybe even those abs under his shirt. "Uh..."
"See, even you think he's good looking."
"No! I don't! His... His face is too small! A-And... He's... a... Pervert!"
Yoochun chuckled, "Well he wasn't the one who put his hand on your thigh, now was he? I remember you did that."
A blush spread across Jaejoong's face, "I... Er--... Do your homework, Park!"
Yoochun grinned and went back to doodling ducks on the front of his math notebook.
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"Welcome back to tryouts, boys!"
"Except that one," Yunho glared at Jaejoong, "She is most definately not a man. Not even a pretty girl."
"Hey!" Jaejoong pushed past Yoochun and stood in front of Yunho, "You don't think I'm pretty?! Who was the one who got a hard on from touching--"
"You were the one who put my hand there!" Yunho cried out, cutting Jaejoong off before the younger one could say anything about the incident yesterday.
"Well you said that I was a slut so I was just proving to you that--"
"Okay then!" Yoochun shoved Jaejoong to the side so he could speak, "Let's uh... start the tryouts, yes?"
Changmin nodded, not bothering to deal with the two's arguements, "Onto the court, boys!"
The captain counted heads as the boys lined up in single file.
"Is it just me, or are there less people than yesterday?"
One boy, hearing Changmin mumbling to himself, piped up, "Oh! My hyung told me that he couldn't come to tryouts anymore cause of a hot guy that wears pink shorts."
"Hot guy who wears--" Changmin's gaze fell on Jaejoong, "Jaejoong-sshi..."
"Yes?" Jaejoong felt butterflies go off in his stomach. He loved it when Changmin said his name.
"Uh..." Changmin opened his mouth to tell the younger something about his shorts, but he closed it when his eyes went down to Jaejoong's legs. "N-Nevermind..."
"BAMBIYAHH!" a high, squeaky voice boomed, echoing off the walls of the silent gym. "Hmm. It's very quiet in here? Was my Kenyan off? I should go look it up..."
"Junsu!" Yunho called, waving the boy over.
"Oh! Hyung! Have you started yet? I wanted to see!"
"We haven't started, thanks to what missy over there is wearing."
Junsu gave the older a puzzled look, "But from yesterday it looked like you enjoyed Jaejoong-sshi in those shorts! Like when you got a hard on from touching--"
Yunho placed a hand on top of his dongsaeng's mouth, "Why don't you go over there and study."
"Alrighty!" Junsu beamed and set his bag down on his usual bench.
"We should continue, we only have twenty minutes till tryouts are over, and then I have to pick the team," Changmin clapped his hands together, "Time to serve!"
Yoochun picked up and ball and served underhand, the ball landing right in the court.
"Nice!"
Yoochun bowed in response to Changmin's compliment and plopped down next to Junsu.
"Hey, you," Yoochun greeted, scooting just a little bit closer to the younger, "What are ya working on there?"
Junsu looked up, and he blushed and slid away when he found Yoochun's face so close to his. "I'm doing art homework."
"Really?" Yoochun removed Junsu's arm from covering his paper so he could see, "Are you drawing portraits?" he asked when he saw a rough outline of a head and lines cutting the face into sections. He also saw a really faint drawing of an eye.
Junsu nodded, suddenly feeling shy.
Yoochun jumped to his feet and stood in superman stance, one hand on his hip and the other in a fist in the air, "Care to draw me?"
Junsu giggled and smiled brightly, "You're really dramatic."
"That's me!" A wide, silly grin spread across Yoochun's face. "So-- Ow!!"
Yoochun rubbed the back of his head where a ball had hit him. He turned around to find Jaejoong picking up the white ball that was rolling back to him.
"Are you here for the rest of the tryouts, or are you here to flirt?"
Yoochun sighed, "I'm coming, I'm coming." He winked at the younger before jogging back to the court.
"We're playing a game! Six of you on that side, another six on that side! Form your own teams, and please, please, put some people that know what they're doing on your team," Changmin ordered, his voice so demanding and sexy.
Or that's just Jaejoong's thoughts.
"Oh hey, Kim Jaejoong-sshi, come on my team!" Kim Heechul shouted, grabbing the teen and pulling him into a group of five and in the opposite direction of where Yoochun was headed.
"Okay," Jaejoong responded, checking over the group.
He thought it was fine, until his eyes landed on Jung Yunho.
"You!"
"What?!"
"Why are you here?!"
"Why am I here?! Why are you here!"
Hankyung rolled his eyes, "Yah, Heechul hyung, why did you put these two in one group?"
"Because," Heechul started, tossing his long, red hair behind his shoulder, "It's hot when they fight. Fighting leads to fighting in bed, Hannie."
"I am not a tractor-- wait, what?" Jaejoong stopped his insults thrown toward Yunho, "What did you just say?"
"Oh nothing," Heechul smiled sweetly and innocently, patting Yunho and Jaejoong on the back, "Let's sit down on a bench so Captain Sexy over there knows we're a team."
Jaejoong puffed out his cheeks, which Yunho refused to believe was cute, "That's Captain Shim to you!"
Heechul waved his hands around, "Oh, jealous are we?"
"I-- No!" Jaejoong frowned and seated himself beside Yunho without thinking.
Yunho couldn't help it when his gaze was slowly finding its way to Jaejoong's legs.
His socks were a higher than his ankle bone, and going higher were his shins. His flawless, pale shins.
Then his knees, one was bent and one was straight out.
Trailing up were his thighs.
Oh god, and to think he actually touched those beauties.
Higher, was Jaejoong's shorts. The pink catastrophes. The way they would ride up a little more when the teen sat down or jumped. The one that covers that certain area--
Yunho took a deep breath and reminded himself that he didn't like guys. Especially Jaejoong.
Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.
JaejoongJaejoongJaejoongJaejoongJaejoong.
Argh! Yunho needed to hit his head on something, maybe the wall behind him.
Unfortunately, he collided heads with Jaejoong.
"Yah!" Jaejoong yelled, holding the side of his head and stood up, "What was that for?!"
Yunho didn't pay attention since he was lost in thought as he stared at Jaejoong's deep red, pouty lips. Oh geez.
"Answer!"
And his chest. Since the younger teen was bending forward to look at Yunho in the eye, who was sitting, his shirt departed from his front, giving Yunho the perfect view of the smooth skin that's been hiding under the red shirt.
By now he was sure he was drooling.
"H-Hello?" Jaejoong cut the air in front of Yunho's face with his hand, "U-Um... J-Jung Y-Yunho?"
Yunho was dragged harshly away from dirty thoughts about doing Jaejoong and he looked up into the said boy's eyes, dazed.
His eyes were really pretty... Yunho almost lost himself again.
Jaejoong inched towards the chinese man next to him, "H-His name is Yunho right? And his last name is Jung?"
Hankyung whispered his reply, "Yeah."
"Whew. For a second I thought I was saying his name wrong. But if that is his name, then why isn't he responding?"
Hankyung shrugged and glanced over at the captain, who was signalling his team to get on court, "I don't know, Jaejoong-sshi, but we're on."
"Alright. Yah, Jung! I don't know what you're thinking about, but your super cute captain-- I mean... ah... Changmin-sshi, said to the court, now!" Jaejoong snapped his fingers in front of Yunho's face.
"Yeah, okay."
After the twenty minutes were over (but felt like an eternity), Changmin blew his whistle sexily.
Or that's just Jaejoong's thoughts.
Then he smiled, a smile that went really wide and his eyes went mis-matched, which was just adorable.
Or that's just Jaejoong's fangirl thoughts.
"That's it! Thank you for attending! Tomorrow the team will be posted up by the cafeteria! Check it out! Thank you for your time!"
"Thank you!" the gym of boys exited to the changeroom.
"Ah! Park Yoochun!" Yunho gripped the back of his teammate's grey shirt and waited for all the boys to leave, "I-I was wondering... Uh... W-What's missy's e-mail?"
"Missy?"
"J-Jae... J-Jaejoong."
"Oh! Why?"
"C-Could you... Write it down for me?"
Yoochun cocked an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Please? I'll tell you later."
"Okay then..." Yoochun took the pencil from Junsu's moving hand and ripped the corner of the angry teen's paper off,
"Here...?"
Yunho accepted and slipped the folded paper with Jaejoong's e-mail and cell phone number into his shorts pocket. "Thanks."
Junsu watched as his hyung left the gym before turning to Yoochun, "What was that about?"
Yoochun sighed, "I honestly don't know."
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Back again! ^^;
Man, I got the whole plot in my head, and it's just dying to be written *___*
I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes ^///^