until the end of time, continue on (5/5 of The Mothers series)
until the end of time, continue on
No pairing, from Changmin's mother's POV.
Fluff, G; 994 words.
Even when you can't see them, it's always been the mothers that have been secretly supporting them, encouraging them. This is the story of DBSK's mothers, and how they cope with their sons' fame.
Yunho's mother. | Jaejoong's mother. | Yoochun's mother. | Junsu's mother.
Disclaimer: I do not know Changmin's mother. Everything here is just a figment of my imagination.
Planning on going to the kitchen, she passes by her son’s room and peeks in, wondering what he’s doing. She sees him on his bed, reading a book far above his grade level, with his ears covered by his walkman’s headphones.
She’s startled when he suddenly starts to sing, his voice easily hitting the song’s high notes. (Isn’t that a song sung by a girl? she wonders.) His voice makes her think that maybe, perhaps, he might have a future in singing as well. She smiles to herself and rejects that idea; he has the type of mind that wouldn’t be satisfied with a career like that.
She tip-toes over and lightly poke his sides, causing him to jump. What are you doing? she teases as soon as he removes his headphones.
He blinks several times at her, looking surprising adorable, before he says, sheepishly, I just wanted to try that out and see if I could reach a girl’s high notes.
She raises an eyebrow and dryly replies, Well, you can. I was surprised, and when he looks smugly pleased with himself, she resists the urge to roll her eyes.
As she watches the music video for Rising Sun play on the television, she hears the front door open, and Changmin comes in, waving goodbye to his manager. She asks, surprised, Why are you here? I thought you’d be too busy to come over and visit.
She sees him watch the last few seconds of the video before he answers, mouth curling into a wide grin, What, I can’t even visit my own mother? Your words hurt, Mother. He fakes a sorrowful expression for a few seconds, clearly doing his best not to laugh.
She couldn’t help but chuckle, her amusement getting the better of her. She gestures to the television, ignoring the mismatched eyes on her son’s face and comments, Your new song sounds… interesting. Her mouth quirks up as she says, I wasn’t expecting you to be able to hold that long note.
She scoots over on the couch as he moves to sit down, shaking his head. You don’t want me to visit, and now you underestimate my abilities as well? She notices his eyes and the twinkle in them and refuses to answer, knowing he’s purposely teasing her.
He half sighs and half laughs before he suddenly turns serious. I didn’t think I would’ve been able to either, he says, honestly. I thought they would’ve given the part to either Jaejoong-hyung or Junsu-hyung.
She teases him back, trying to erase the pensive look in his eyes, So, I guess you underestimate yourself too, Changmin-ah! She chuckles as he narrows his eyes at her and mutters under his breath, Whatever, Mother, whatever.
She heads outside to the small garden, hands holding two steaming cups of coffee. She walks toward where Changmin is sitting with his guitar in his lap, lightly strumming a simple tune he’d memorized in his free time, and as she carefully sets the coffee next to him before sitting down, she quietly murmurs, You’ll get warmer if you drink the coffee.
He turns to slightly smile at her, unspoken thanks in his eyes, and reaches for the cup, drinking until he completely drains it. He lets out a sigh, his breath coming out as white puffs of air and tilts his head to look up at the star-studded sky, eyes slowly traveling over familiar constellations.
She’s looking at him, wondering when his face had matured into a fully grown man’s face when he softly says, I missed Korea’s stars. Even when I tried to like Japan’s stars for what they are, I couldn’t help but compare them to Korea’s, and I would always, always find them lacking. The way his lips hold a vaguely bitter quirk makes her want to reach over and draw him into her arms, but he’s too grown now, too mature for her to easily offer comfort.
Instead, she gently suggests, Do you want a picture of the stars to take with you next time you leave for Japan?
He turns to look at her and smiles quietly, nodding, before he says, It’ll help when we’re flying all over Japan for our tour.
She grins as she submits her UFO message, wondering what kind of reply she’ll get. Two hours later when she checks the website, she bursts into laughter, Changmin’s horrified reply making her think that maybe she should call him to tease him.
Later that day, Changmin calls during the middle of a break, and when there’s a lull in the conversation, she nonchalantly says, By the way, did you like that UFO message? Her lips tug upwards as the other line falls completely silent, his breathing the only sound letting her know that he’s still holding the phone.
She presses her lips against her fingers when he ominously asks, That was you? Her body shakes as she tries to hold in her laughter, somehow managing to gasp out phrases that make him even more exasperated. He sighs heavily on the other line, wondering to himself what he’d done to her to make her submit that kind of UFO message with that kind of picture for an icon.
She coughs, using it as a way to hide the remaining urge to laugh, and teases, Well, I found it online. I thought you might be interested in it. Silence falls again on the other line, but she suddenly hears a voice telling him to come back, it’s time to practice again. Before he hangs up, Changmin says dryly, I appreciate the gesture, Mother, but I really don’t want other fans to see it.
She scoffs gleefully, It’s all over the internet, and all of your fans probably saw it already. She hangs up with the sound of his spluttering in her ear, smiling, and heads toward her refrigerator. She takes a pen and crosses off a line.
(Cheer up Changmin, mission accomplished.)
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Ahh, I finally finished this series! It took a while, but I definitely enjoyed writing this. Thank you guys for reading through everything. ♥
No pairing, from Changmin's mother's POV.
Fluff, G; 994 words.
Even when you can't see them, it's always been the mothers that have been secretly supporting them, encouraging them. This is the story of DBSK's mothers, and how they cope with their sons' fame.
Yunho's mother. | Jaejoong's mother. | Yoochun's mother. | Junsu's mother.
Disclaimer: I do not know Changmin's mother. Everything here is just a figment of my imagination.
Planning on going to the kitchen, she passes by her son’s room and peeks in, wondering what he’s doing. She sees him on his bed, reading a book far above his grade level, with his ears covered by his walkman’s headphones.
She’s startled when he suddenly starts to sing, his voice easily hitting the song’s high notes. (Isn’t that a song sung by a girl? she wonders.) His voice makes her think that maybe, perhaps, he might have a future in singing as well. She smiles to herself and rejects that idea; he has the type of mind that wouldn’t be satisfied with a career like that.
She tip-toes over and lightly poke his sides, causing him to jump. What are you doing? she teases as soon as he removes his headphones.
He blinks several times at her, looking surprising adorable, before he says, sheepishly, I just wanted to try that out and see if I could reach a girl’s high notes.
She raises an eyebrow and dryly replies, Well, you can. I was surprised, and when he looks smugly pleased with himself, she resists the urge to roll her eyes.
As she watches the music video for Rising Sun play on the television, she hears the front door open, and Changmin comes in, waving goodbye to his manager. She asks, surprised, Why are you here? I thought you’d be too busy to come over and visit.
She sees him watch the last few seconds of the video before he answers, mouth curling into a wide grin, What, I can’t even visit my own mother? Your words hurt, Mother. He fakes a sorrowful expression for a few seconds, clearly doing his best not to laugh.
She couldn’t help but chuckle, her amusement getting the better of her. She gestures to the television, ignoring the mismatched eyes on her son’s face and comments, Your new song sounds… interesting. Her mouth quirks up as she says, I wasn’t expecting you to be able to hold that long note.
She scoots over on the couch as he moves to sit down, shaking his head. You don’t want me to visit, and now you underestimate my abilities as well? She notices his eyes and the twinkle in them and refuses to answer, knowing he’s purposely teasing her.
He half sighs and half laughs before he suddenly turns serious. I didn’t think I would’ve been able to either, he says, honestly. I thought they would’ve given the part to either Jaejoong-hyung or Junsu-hyung.
She teases him back, trying to erase the pensive look in his eyes, So, I guess you underestimate yourself too, Changmin-ah! She chuckles as he narrows his eyes at her and mutters under his breath, Whatever, Mother, whatever.
She heads outside to the small garden, hands holding two steaming cups of coffee. She walks toward where Changmin is sitting with his guitar in his lap, lightly strumming a simple tune he’d memorized in his free time, and as she carefully sets the coffee next to him before sitting down, she quietly murmurs, You’ll get warmer if you drink the coffee.
He turns to slightly smile at her, unspoken thanks in his eyes, and reaches for the cup, drinking until he completely drains it. He lets out a sigh, his breath coming out as white puffs of air and tilts his head to look up at the star-studded sky, eyes slowly traveling over familiar constellations.
She’s looking at him, wondering when his face had matured into a fully grown man’s face when he softly says, I missed Korea’s stars. Even when I tried to like Japan’s stars for what they are, I couldn’t help but compare them to Korea’s, and I would always, always find them lacking. The way his lips hold a vaguely bitter quirk makes her want to reach over and draw him into her arms, but he’s too grown now, too mature for her to easily offer comfort.
Instead, she gently suggests, Do you want a picture of the stars to take with you next time you leave for Japan?
He turns to look at her and smiles quietly, nodding, before he says, It’ll help when we’re flying all over Japan for our tour.
She grins as she submits her UFO message, wondering what kind of reply she’ll get. Two hours later when she checks the website, she bursts into laughter, Changmin’s horrified reply making her think that maybe she should call him to tease him.
Later that day, Changmin calls during the middle of a break, and when there’s a lull in the conversation, she nonchalantly says, By the way, did you like that UFO message? Her lips tug upwards as the other line falls completely silent, his breathing the only sound letting her know that he’s still holding the phone.
She presses her lips against her fingers when he ominously asks, That was you? Her body shakes as she tries to hold in her laughter, somehow managing to gasp out phrases that make him even more exasperated. He sighs heavily on the other line, wondering to himself what he’d done to her to make her submit that kind of UFO message with that kind of picture for an icon.
She coughs, using it as a way to hide the remaining urge to laugh, and teases, Well, I found it online. I thought you might be interested in it. Silence falls again on the other line, but she suddenly hears a voice telling him to come back, it’s time to practice again. Before he hangs up, Changmin says dryly, I appreciate the gesture, Mother, but I really don’t want other fans to see it.
She scoffs gleefully, It’s all over the internet, and all of your fans probably saw it already. She hangs up with the sound of his spluttering in her ear, smiling, and heads toward her refrigerator. She takes a pen and crosses off a line.
(Cheer up Changmin, mission accomplished.)
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Ahh, I finally finished this series! It took a while, but I definitely enjoyed writing this. Thank you guys for reading through everything. ♥