A dance with a vampire: Chapter 1
Title: A dance with a vampire
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Author: noughsaid
Genre: AU; Super natural; Romance
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Plot adopted from signorina_klutz (with permission)
Summary: It was ball night. Jaejoong had been mesmerized with the guy who asked him to dance. But, what if when after that dance, he started to see things that was unmistakably related to him?
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Jaejoong reluctantly entered his best friend’s car. He doesn’t want to go with Yoochun. He clearly doesn’t want to dance anyone in that ball. He would rather sleep, or read, or eat, or whatever just to avoid that freaking dance.
“Yoochun, I don’t want to go.” He whined. “Gossip girl would be televised in a few minutes, and I don’t want to miss it!”
“Jae,” Yoochun cooed, “this would be Leeteuk - hyung’s last year in the school, and he told me to pull you with me.”
“But I always see him. Can’t you be the one to go there?” Jaejoong once more tried. Yoochun parked his car to the car park of the school, and opened the door for Jaejoong.
“Too late, Jae. And what you can do right now is to enjoy the party.” Jaejoong pout but then nodded. As if he had another choice.
-
It was loud and Jaejoong could feel headache coming. That Yoochun bastard had left him few minutes after they arrived at the party. Many girls as well as guys had asked him to dance, but he refused them all. He was just plain bored and he really wanted to go home.
“I think I said that since a while ago.” He thought aloud. He took a glass of water and downed it. “Great. I’m speaking to myself too.”
“Excuse me, but may I have this dance?”
A smooth, baritone voice said, and Jaejoong spun around to turn him down like he did with others but instead; his breath got stuck to his throat.
The other guy was not much older than him, he knew. And his silver eyes were just mesmerizing that Jaejoong couldn’t help but to stare at him. He has a small face, and perfect shaped eyebrow. His lips were framing a small, sexy smirk, and there was a cute mole on the top of his lip.
“May I?” A hand was laid down, and Jaejoong didn’t have the mind to refuse it. So, he gently puts his hand on top of it, and the other guy. The other led him to the middle of the dance floor.
With a flick of his finger, the loud music was changed into sweet, slow one. The taller put his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, and guide Jaejoong’s hands to his own neck. Jaejoong could feel the other’s cold breath to his cheek. He looked down, embarrass of the situation.
“You’re beautiful. May I know your name?”
“Kim Jaejoong.” He replied. He managed to look up a bit, and saw the other guy smiling towards him. “And you?”
“Yunho.” The taller replied, as he pressed a chaste kiss on Jaejoong’s lips.
-Jaejoong stirred from his sleep. Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his breath was quickening. He opened his eyes, and sat from his bed. It was the same scene, the same place, the same faces. He would woke up in sweats, yet, he doesn’t even understand what was that dreams all about.
“Avoiré, you should go to sleep now.” A warm voice said. Jaejoong looked to see where the voice came from, and he gasped when he saw it was Yunho, the guy from the dance. He blushed lightly, yet he smiled. But the latter just avoided him, as if he didn’t exist at all. He frowned. “Yunho? It’s me, Jaejoong.”
“But how could I take a nap if I know that there was a war occurring, *Aimé?” Jaejoong followed Yunho and saw him hugging a petite figure. He slowly walked towards them, and then Avoiré released himself from Yunho’s grasp and Jaejoong had to take a step back, causing him to bump to the vase. He expected the vase to fall and crash but none of that happened. He turned to look at the couple to see if they even notice what had happened, and he gasped.
He couldn’t believe what he sees! That Avoiré looks exactly like him! Though he has a blond hair and silver eyes, every detail, from Jaejoong’s eyes, to his nose, to his lips, and even his body!
“But Avoiré, you and our child need sleep.” Yunho said, still cooing Jaejoong’s look-a-like to the bed.
“Aimé, you don’t understand! This has to stop! I can’t bear the thought of giving birth of my child in the middle of a war!” Avoiré is obviously frustrated, as she puts her arms around herself. Yunho took a step and put an arm around her waist before leading her to the bed.
“I will end this, Avoiré, for us and for our child.”
Avoiré looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.”
-
Yoochun frowned at the sight of his best friend. Jaejoong was cupping his chin, and was yawning from time to time. He head would fall occasionally, and Yoochun would laugh if this was a usual situation. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Right after the bell rang, Yoochun approached Jaejoong and touched his forehead. "You don't seem to have fever." He sat beside the older, "Is something bothering you?"
Jaejoong sighed and shook his head. "Nothing, maybe, I'll just walk abit. I'll be back before classes. Don't worry."
Yoochun frowned at his best friend's behaviour but let him. He'll come around.
-
Jaejoong's wandering led him to the school's rooftop. He sighed deeply, and was about to go back, when a sudden cold air struck him and he froze. Everything around him seems to be hazy, and there was a soft scent of chamomiles in the air. He blinked a few times, and found himself in the middle of a garden. There was a soft voice floating in the air, and Jaejoong had the urge to follow it. Someone is singing a lullaby, but, weirdly, it was some kind of familiar to Jaejoong, maybe his mom sang it to him when he was younger? He don't know. His feet doesn't stop until it reach it's destination.
**Je suppose que c'est l'amour, je suppose que c'est nostalgie
Votre sourire est enterré en moi
Après le garrot fleur, nous allons commencer à nouveau
Démarrer à nouveau, recommencez
A soft voice, too inviting to ignore, and too mesmerizing to reject. Jaejoong looked at the source and saw Avoiré, with Yunho on her lap. She was combing his hair using her fingers. The couple look happy, and felt an unfamiliar tug on his heart.
"Aimé, I would like to name our son ***Chérir," Avoiré spoke, "Because he would be cherished, not only by us, but also by the whole nation. He'll bring peace, and love. Since he was made by it, isn't it?"
"Hmm.." Yunho sleepily replied. And Avoiré stopped caressing his hair. "Are you even listening, Aimé?"
"Hmm.." Came of the reply. Jaejoong stiffled a giggle when Avoiré pushed Yunho out of her lap. Serves him right. He thought.
"W - What? Avoiré?!" Yunho whined, "I'm listening!" Avoiré stood up, and walked away from him. But Yunho caught her waist, and spun her around. "I always listen to you." He pecked her lips. "Because I love you, and our little Chérir."
"I love you too, Aimé"
Jaejoong blinked when the scene was put of his sight in just a second. What the hell just happened? What the hell is happening with him? He needed to see Yunho and have him explained all this. That would be the best move to do right now.
-
From afar, someone watched as Jaejoong opened the rooftop door, and clamped it shut. He sighed, and turned around to face his companion.
"Are you sure, doing this would make him being back his memories?" His companion asked, and sat on the rail of the building across the school where Jaejoong was.
"I don't know. But he's sure to find answers then. Knowing Avoiré, he's a little impatient with things."
"I hope that you're doing the right thing, Aimé."
"I hope so too."
***
Notes:
*Aimé means Beloved in French.
**Rough French Translation of 'Fallen Leaves' by JYJ
***Chérir means Cherished.
Stay tuned to know more! Thanks for reading!
:)
Ann ♥
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Author: noughsaid
Genre: AU; Super natural; Romance
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Plot adopted from signorina_klutz (with permission)
Summary: It was ball night. Jaejoong had been mesmerized with the guy who asked him to dance. But, what if when after that dance, he started to see things that was unmistakably related to him?
----
Jaejoong reluctantly entered his best friend’s car. He doesn’t want to go with Yoochun. He clearly doesn’t want to dance anyone in that ball. He would rather sleep, or read, or eat, or whatever just to avoid that freaking dance.
“Yoochun, I don’t want to go.” He whined. “Gossip girl would be televised in a few minutes, and I don’t want to miss it!”
“Jae,” Yoochun cooed, “this would be Leeteuk - hyung’s last year in the school, and he told me to pull you with me.”
“But I always see him. Can’t you be the one to go there?” Jaejoong once more tried. Yoochun parked his car to the car park of the school, and opened the door for Jaejoong.
“Too late, Jae. And what you can do right now is to enjoy the party.” Jaejoong pout but then nodded. As if he had another choice.
-
It was loud and Jaejoong could feel headache coming. That Yoochun bastard had left him few minutes after they arrived at the party. Many girls as well as guys had asked him to dance, but he refused them all. He was just plain bored and he really wanted to go home.
“I think I said that since a while ago.” He thought aloud. He took a glass of water and downed it. “Great. I’m speaking to myself too.”
“Excuse me, but may I have this dance?”
A smooth, baritone voice said, and Jaejoong spun around to turn him down like he did with others but instead; his breath got stuck to his throat.
The other guy was not much older than him, he knew. And his silver eyes were just mesmerizing that Jaejoong couldn’t help but to stare at him. He has a small face, and perfect shaped eyebrow. His lips were framing a small, sexy smirk, and there was a cute mole on the top of his lip.
“May I?” A hand was laid down, and Jaejoong didn’t have the mind to refuse it. So, he gently puts his hand on top of it, and the other guy. The other led him to the middle of the dance floor.
With a flick of his finger, the loud music was changed into sweet, slow one. The taller put his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, and guide Jaejoong’s hands to his own neck. Jaejoong could feel the other’s cold breath to his cheek. He looked down, embarrass of the situation.
“You’re beautiful. May I know your name?”
“Kim Jaejoong.” He replied. He managed to look up a bit, and saw the other guy smiling towards him. “And you?”
“Yunho.” The taller replied, as he pressed a chaste kiss on Jaejoong’s lips.
-Jaejoong stirred from his sleep. Sweat was forming on his forehead, and his breath was quickening. He opened his eyes, and sat from his bed. It was the same scene, the same place, the same faces. He would woke up in sweats, yet, he doesn’t even understand what was that dreams all about.
“Avoiré, you should go to sleep now.” A warm voice said. Jaejoong looked to see where the voice came from, and he gasped when he saw it was Yunho, the guy from the dance. He blushed lightly, yet he smiled. But the latter just avoided him, as if he didn’t exist at all. He frowned. “Yunho? It’s me, Jaejoong.”
“But how could I take a nap if I know that there was a war occurring, *Aimé?” Jaejoong followed Yunho and saw him hugging a petite figure. He slowly walked towards them, and then Avoiré released himself from Yunho’s grasp and Jaejoong had to take a step back, causing him to bump to the vase. He expected the vase to fall and crash but none of that happened. He turned to look at the couple to see if they even notice what had happened, and he gasped.
He couldn’t believe what he sees! That Avoiré looks exactly like him! Though he has a blond hair and silver eyes, every detail, from Jaejoong’s eyes, to his nose, to his lips, and even his body!
“But Avoiré, you and our child need sleep.” Yunho said, still cooing Jaejoong’s look-a-like to the bed.
“Aimé, you don’t understand! This has to stop! I can’t bear the thought of giving birth of my child in the middle of a war!” Avoiré is obviously frustrated, as she puts her arms around herself. Yunho took a step and put an arm around her waist before leading her to the bed.
“I will end this, Avoiré, for us and for our child.”
Avoiré looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.”
-
Yoochun frowned at the sight of his best friend. Jaejoong was cupping his chin, and was yawning from time to time. He head would fall occasionally, and Yoochun would laugh if this was a usual situation. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Right after the bell rang, Yoochun approached Jaejoong and touched his forehead. "You don't seem to have fever." He sat beside the older, "Is something bothering you?"
Jaejoong sighed and shook his head. "Nothing, maybe, I'll just walk abit. I'll be back before classes. Don't worry."
Yoochun frowned at his best friend's behaviour but let him. He'll come around.
-
Jaejoong's wandering led him to the school's rooftop. He sighed deeply, and was about to go back, when a sudden cold air struck him and he froze. Everything around him seems to be hazy, and there was a soft scent of chamomiles in the air. He blinked a few times, and found himself in the middle of a garden. There was a soft voice floating in the air, and Jaejoong had the urge to follow it. Someone is singing a lullaby, but, weirdly, it was some kind of familiar to Jaejoong, maybe his mom sang it to him when he was younger? He don't know. His feet doesn't stop until it reach it's destination.
**Je suppose que c'est l'amour, je suppose que c'est nostalgie
Votre sourire est enterré en moi
Après le garrot fleur, nous allons commencer à nouveau
Démarrer à nouveau, recommencez
A soft voice, too inviting to ignore, and too mesmerizing to reject. Jaejoong looked at the source and saw Avoiré, with Yunho on her lap. She was combing his hair using her fingers. The couple look happy, and felt an unfamiliar tug on his heart.
"Aimé, I would like to name our son ***Chérir," Avoiré spoke, "Because he would be cherished, not only by us, but also by the whole nation. He'll bring peace, and love. Since he was made by it, isn't it?"
"Hmm.." Yunho sleepily replied. And Avoiré stopped caressing his hair. "Are you even listening, Aimé?"
"Hmm.." Came of the reply. Jaejoong stiffled a giggle when Avoiré pushed Yunho out of her lap. Serves him right. He thought.
"W - What? Avoiré?!" Yunho whined, "I'm listening!" Avoiré stood up, and walked away from him. But Yunho caught her waist, and spun her around. "I always listen to you." He pecked her lips. "Because I love you, and our little Chérir."
"I love you too, Aimé"
Jaejoong blinked when the scene was put of his sight in just a second. What the hell just happened? What the hell is happening with him? He needed to see Yunho and have him explained all this. That would be the best move to do right now.
-
From afar, someone watched as Jaejoong opened the rooftop door, and clamped it shut. He sighed, and turned around to face his companion.
"Are you sure, doing this would make him being back his memories?" His companion asked, and sat on the rail of the building across the school where Jaejoong was.
"I don't know. But he's sure to find answers then. Knowing Avoiré, he's a little impatient with things."
"I hope that you're doing the right thing, Aimé."
"I hope so too."
***
Notes:
*Aimé means Beloved in French.
**Rough French Translation of 'Fallen Leaves' by JYJ
***Chérir means Cherished.
Stay tuned to know more! Thanks for reading!
:)
Ann ♥