5 against the world
So... I'm avoiding the huge amounts of LJ posts I need to catch up on (and leaving it to later so there will be even more later... ^^;) and also doing my accounting exercises. I went through some of my 'scrap' files and pulled this one out to scrub up and finish. Bit random, but ah well.
... I am also working on otaku!Jae fic. XD
Title: 5 against the world
Pairings: OT5
Form: Oneshot
Words: 922
Summary: Changmin knows they don't quite fit, but then, that's the best thing about them really.
Changmin is very much aware that they don’t quite fit.
They’re ‘pretty boys’, they do their singing and dancing and have their requisite strange hairdos, and yet… they’re not quite right.
He watches the other boy bands and divas climb on stage and strut their stuff, and thinks somewhat smugly to himself that at least his group can actually sing. They may be pretty, but that’s not all they are.
He watches the other skinny boys on stage preen for the camera, dancing and flopping over each other and smiling broadly at the audience, rousing screams at the end of their performance. Changmin still can’t get over how damn quiet the Japanese fans are either - they just listen attentively, wide eyes fixed on you, and so different from the constantly screaming, writhing masses they’re greeted by in Korea.
The current boy band tumbles off stage, flashing peace signs at the backstage camera and talking gabble to it that, even with his far more advanced Japanese, Changmin doesn’t quite follow. Then the camera is on someone else and the band disperses, off to change and water themselves with nary a word to each other.
On the other side of the backstage area, two boys are having a hissed argument, angry gestures and eyebrows that are half hidden in the darker corner and carefully concealed from the camera.
One of the other older artists is pointedly ignoring a younger group nearby, and a pretty girl is having her earpiece replaced by a stage director.
And amongst it all, Tohoshinki is politely ignored.
Oh, the stage hands and organisers don’t ignore them, of course not, but the other artists seem to be rather wary of them. They’ve met some of these people before, on talk shows and award nights and other, less formal, occasions, but right now they’re not quite in with the rest of them.
BoA is there too, and she chatted happily to Jaejoong for a little while, but then she was swept of elsewhere. She was accepted here, as they weren’t.
He doesn’t know where Yoochun and Junsu are - he thinks they might be still changing, but he sees Yunho and Jaejoong a little way off, standing beside a wall. They’re standing side by side, Jaejoong leaning ever so slightly towards Yunho so that he’s intruding into the leader’s personal space. Not that any of them really have ‘personal space’ between each other anymore. Their space is just that - their space, to be shared and used easily by any of them.
As Changmin watches, Yunho leans over just that bit more to hear something Jaejoong says, and places a hand casually on the small of Jaejoong’s back, as he’s want to do. It’s nothing for them, nothing at all. And yet, two Japanese boys in loud yellow outfits shoot both of them a look like they’re Martians and move away slightly to share a laugh with two other yellow-clad boys.
Changmin tilts his head, considering, and then, when he’s knocked in the shoulder by a passing clothes rack, decides standing there alone like some sort of island is not his idea of fun.
He wanders over to his two hyungs, eyes still scanning his surroundings and taking note of the eyes watching him. There are even more watching when Yunho greets him and Jaejoong smiles, reaching forward to straighten his collar and smooth his lapels, hands lingering there. Yunho’s hand has shifted again, going all the way around Jae’s waist to hang loosely around him, and Jaejoong leans into Changmin’s warmth on the other side.
They chat easily for some time, in their own little bubble as the concert goes on around them and they wait their turn. Junsu and Yoochun join them soon, just as Jaejoong and Changmin are starting a poking fight, and giggling to each other.
Junsu, for a reason that has escaped Changmin in his effort to get away from his elder bandmate’s quick fingers, headbutts Yunho, and nearly sends him sprawling. Yoochun laughs and pulls one of the spiky peaks of Junsu’s hair, whispering something into his ear. Junsu tilts his head slightly and then laughs, loud barks filling the air. All four of them smile at the sound, and Jaejoong even decides to leave Changmin alone. Though it may have been the judiciously applied heel to the toe of his shoe that Changmin had managed to catch him with only moments earlier. Besides, Yunho is calling for order from them, and reeling Jae back to his side and away from one-touch temptation.
They’re all acutely aware of the eyes on them throughout all of this.
Eyes, watching Yoochun’s head tilting close to Junsu’s face. Eyes, watching Jaejoong’s fingers scurry up Changmin’s sides and under his shirt slightly. Eyes, watching the familiar, easy touch of Yunho’s hands around Jaejoong’s waist.
As they climb onto the stage, greet the crowd and begin to sing, Changmin smiles. Because no matter how many odd looks they get, how many whispers and disdainful glances they get, he’s very sure of one thing. He’s sure that Tohoshinki’s voices’ soar higher, ring truer, because they love what they do. They love being together, love the group, love each other. That they can reach out to each other with their voices, their eyes, their hands, their hearts, and touch each other. Every victory they celebrate, they feel joy five fold, and nothing - not the scorn or disdainful looks of their fellow artists, nor the disproving gazes of their management… nothing would ever change that.
... I am also working on otaku!Jae fic. XD
Title: 5 against the world
Pairings: OT5
Form: Oneshot
Words: 922
Summary: Changmin knows they don't quite fit, but then, that's the best thing about them really.
Changmin is very much aware that they don’t quite fit.
They’re ‘pretty boys’, they do their singing and dancing and have their requisite strange hairdos, and yet… they’re not quite right.
He watches the other boy bands and divas climb on stage and strut their stuff, and thinks somewhat smugly to himself that at least his group can actually sing. They may be pretty, but that’s not all they are.
He watches the other skinny boys on stage preen for the camera, dancing and flopping over each other and smiling broadly at the audience, rousing screams at the end of their performance. Changmin still can’t get over how damn quiet the Japanese fans are either - they just listen attentively, wide eyes fixed on you, and so different from the constantly screaming, writhing masses they’re greeted by in Korea.
The current boy band tumbles off stage, flashing peace signs at the backstage camera and talking gabble to it that, even with his far more advanced Japanese, Changmin doesn’t quite follow. Then the camera is on someone else and the band disperses, off to change and water themselves with nary a word to each other.
On the other side of the backstage area, two boys are having a hissed argument, angry gestures and eyebrows that are half hidden in the darker corner and carefully concealed from the camera.
One of the other older artists is pointedly ignoring a younger group nearby, and a pretty girl is having her earpiece replaced by a stage director.
And amongst it all, Tohoshinki is politely ignored.
Oh, the stage hands and organisers don’t ignore them, of course not, but the other artists seem to be rather wary of them. They’ve met some of these people before, on talk shows and award nights and other, less formal, occasions, but right now they’re not quite in with the rest of them.
BoA is there too, and she chatted happily to Jaejoong for a little while, but then she was swept of elsewhere. She was accepted here, as they weren’t.
He doesn’t know where Yoochun and Junsu are - he thinks they might be still changing, but he sees Yunho and Jaejoong a little way off, standing beside a wall. They’re standing side by side, Jaejoong leaning ever so slightly towards Yunho so that he’s intruding into the leader’s personal space. Not that any of them really have ‘personal space’ between each other anymore. Their space is just that - their space, to be shared and used easily by any of them.
As Changmin watches, Yunho leans over just that bit more to hear something Jaejoong says, and places a hand casually on the small of Jaejoong’s back, as he’s want to do. It’s nothing for them, nothing at all. And yet, two Japanese boys in loud yellow outfits shoot both of them a look like they’re Martians and move away slightly to share a laugh with two other yellow-clad boys.
Changmin tilts his head, considering, and then, when he’s knocked in the shoulder by a passing clothes rack, decides standing there alone like some sort of island is not his idea of fun.
He wanders over to his two hyungs, eyes still scanning his surroundings and taking note of the eyes watching him. There are even more watching when Yunho greets him and Jaejoong smiles, reaching forward to straighten his collar and smooth his lapels, hands lingering there. Yunho’s hand has shifted again, going all the way around Jae’s waist to hang loosely around him, and Jaejoong leans into Changmin’s warmth on the other side.
They chat easily for some time, in their own little bubble as the concert goes on around them and they wait their turn. Junsu and Yoochun join them soon, just as Jaejoong and Changmin are starting a poking fight, and giggling to each other.
Junsu, for a reason that has escaped Changmin in his effort to get away from his elder bandmate’s quick fingers, headbutts Yunho, and nearly sends him sprawling. Yoochun laughs and pulls one of the spiky peaks of Junsu’s hair, whispering something into his ear. Junsu tilts his head slightly and then laughs, loud barks filling the air. All four of them smile at the sound, and Jaejoong even decides to leave Changmin alone. Though it may have been the judiciously applied heel to the toe of his shoe that Changmin had managed to catch him with only moments earlier. Besides, Yunho is calling for order from them, and reeling Jae back to his side and away from one-touch temptation.
They’re all acutely aware of the eyes on them throughout all of this.
Eyes, watching Yoochun’s head tilting close to Junsu’s face. Eyes, watching Jaejoong’s fingers scurry up Changmin’s sides and under his shirt slightly. Eyes, watching the familiar, easy touch of Yunho’s hands around Jaejoong’s waist.
As they climb onto the stage, greet the crowd and begin to sing, Changmin smiles. Because no matter how many odd looks they get, how many whispers and disdainful glances they get, he’s very sure of one thing. He’s sure that Tohoshinki’s voices’ soar higher, ring truer, because they love what they do. They love being together, love the group, love each other. That they can reach out to each other with their voices, their eyes, their hands, their hearts, and touch each other. Every victory they celebrate, they feel joy five fold, and nothing - not the scorn or disdainful looks of their fellow artists, nor the disproving gazes of their management… nothing would ever change that.