The Courage for Tomorrow
The Courage for Tomorrow
Beta: hell_angel_v2
Oneshot
None/OT5; Yunho-centric
Fluff
Oneshot
G
Summary: Yunho must learn to face DBSK's new concept with courage. Takes place during the shooting of the Mirotic MV.
"What?”
Yunho stared blankly at the outfits his stylist was holding out to him. “Are you sure those are for me?” he asked weakly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” replied his stylist, amused. “Your concept this time is sexy, right?”
“Yes, but…” Yunho hesitated.
“But what?”
Mute, Yunho shook his head. He thought he had already reconciled himself to the new concept they were going to portray for this album. But faced with such outfits, he really didn’t think he would be able to do it.
Needing a breath of fresh hair, Yunho muttered to his stylist, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” and turned to run onto the roof. Once he was alone, he simply stood motionless, drinking in the sight of a busy Seoul, bustling with activity. He had missed this sight when he was in Japan.
His mind turning back to the problem he had, he remembered the conversation he had a few months ago with Lee Sooman.
He had gone alone to talk to him, trying to make sure if DBSK’s new concept really was supposed to be “sexy.” They were also supposed to be “mature,” but he had no problem with that. Their third album was nothing if not “mature.”
Lee Sooman had replied with an inflexible, succinct “Yes,” and Yunho had been stunned, wondering how they were going to pull it off.
Lee Sooman had simply fixed an impenetrable gaze onto him and asked, “Are you really the Jung Yunho I know? The Jung Yunho I know wouldn’t flinch away from doing his duty of pleasing the fans.”
At his words, Yunho had felt his back stiffen. He had bowed to Sooman and walked out of his office without another word.
After that day, he had done everything the stylists and coordinators had told him to do. Cutting his hair short, dying it to a light, light brown, and almost starving himself with salad in order to make his body the best it could be: everything was done for the sole reason of pleasing the fans.
Everything had gone fine until today, when he had finally seen the outfits they were supposed to wear. His endurance finally broke, unable to help him pretend he had no qualms about their new concept.
He felt two warm hands gently pry his hands off the railing they were gripping. In surprise, he looked down and saw Jaejoong, a soft smile on his face and concern in his eyes. Looking behind him, he saw everyone, Changmin, Junsu, and Yoochun, all facing him with smiles and worry on their faces. It was still a little awe-inspiring sometimes, even after five years, more if he counted training years, that he could have a family that could always be counted on to be with him without the responsibility of having a blood tie to him.
Hearing Jaejoong’s softly murmured “What’s wrong?” he turned around to face them fully, letting them move in closer to comfort him with their love and acceptance, leaving the questions for later.
After a while, he finally started to talk about what was bothering him. “I’m not too sure about our new concept. I mean, sure, it’s a concept that’s sure to impress the fans and give us an advantage over the other bands coming back this year, but do we really need to show so much skin?” He turned his head away from them, blinking rapidly, but his heart much lighter after blurting out his worries.
“Well,” began Junsu, “have you thought about the fact that in order for fans and non-fans to notice us, we really need an image that totally different from the ones before?”
“Yes, I have,” Yunho replied, tired. “If I didn’t think of that, would I still be worth being called leader? I just miss the image we had back in Japan. Even though I still missed Seoul, I liked the fact that we weren’t required to do anything drastic for fans to notice us; we just had to do our best at singing and the fans had naturally come to us.”
“But we’re in Korea now,” Yoochun said quietly. “Korea never really was a country that valued singing over looks. We knew that when we decided to try to become singers.”
Yunho closed his eyes, knowing that Yoochun was speaking the truth.
Sighing, he turned back to face Seoul. When the time came to leave for Japan again, he would always miss it, but it was times like these that he felt the need to run away.
“It’s all right, Yunho-hyung,” Changmin said. “There’s no need for you to run away like this. We’re always ready to comfort you, to make sure you’re doing all right, because more often than not, you’re the one who’s always comforting us, encouraging us, even when you’re the one who needs it most.”
Yunho looked at him, surprised at the words. Changmin almost never showed this side of him, this side that was able to see through a person’s soul and show compassion. But whenever he did, he was the one who was always able to comfort best, because he was always able to put emotions to words best.
Yunho smiled, overwhelmed with emotion. Feeling his eyes begin to tear, he turned around, closing his eyes, and breathed in the distinct scent of Seoul while letting the sunshine fall upon his face.
He faced his family again, seeing their love on their faces, and pulled them together for a hug, hoping that they would understand his silent gratitude. Moments later, he pulled away, ruffling Changmin’s hair, squeezing Yoochun’s shoulder, playfully punching Junsu’s arm, and catching hold of Jaejoong’s hand, and said, grinning, “Let’s go! We have a music video to record.”
Laughing, he ran to the roof’s exit, and glancing over his shoulder, saw everyone following him with encouraging gazes. He jogged back to where his stylist waited, and said, smiling, “All right, give the outfits to me! I’m all right now.”
He changed and met his band mates, ready to begin the day’s work.
Beta: hell_angel_v2
Oneshot
None/OT5; Yunho-centric
Fluff
Oneshot
G
Summary: Yunho must learn to face DBSK's new concept with courage. Takes place during the shooting of the Mirotic MV.
"What?”
Yunho stared blankly at the outfits his stylist was holding out to him. “Are you sure those are for me?” he asked weakly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” replied his stylist, amused. “Your concept this time is sexy, right?”
“Yes, but…” Yunho hesitated.
“But what?”
Mute, Yunho shook his head. He thought he had already reconciled himself to the new concept they were going to portray for this album. But faced with such outfits, he really didn’t think he would be able to do it.
Needing a breath of fresh hair, Yunho muttered to his stylist, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” and turned to run onto the roof. Once he was alone, he simply stood motionless, drinking in the sight of a busy Seoul, bustling with activity. He had missed this sight when he was in Japan.
His mind turning back to the problem he had, he remembered the conversation he had a few months ago with Lee Sooman.
He had gone alone to talk to him, trying to make sure if DBSK’s new concept really was supposed to be “sexy.” They were also supposed to be “mature,” but he had no problem with that. Their third album was nothing if not “mature.”
Lee Sooman had replied with an inflexible, succinct “Yes,” and Yunho had been stunned, wondering how they were going to pull it off.
Lee Sooman had simply fixed an impenetrable gaze onto him and asked, “Are you really the Jung Yunho I know? The Jung Yunho I know wouldn’t flinch away from doing his duty of pleasing the fans.”
At his words, Yunho had felt his back stiffen. He had bowed to Sooman and walked out of his office without another word.
After that day, he had done everything the stylists and coordinators had told him to do. Cutting his hair short, dying it to a light, light brown, and almost starving himself with salad in order to make his body the best it could be: everything was done for the sole reason of pleasing the fans.
Everything had gone fine until today, when he had finally seen the outfits they were supposed to wear. His endurance finally broke, unable to help him pretend he had no qualms about their new concept.
He felt two warm hands gently pry his hands off the railing they were gripping. In surprise, he looked down and saw Jaejoong, a soft smile on his face and concern in his eyes. Looking behind him, he saw everyone, Changmin, Junsu, and Yoochun, all facing him with smiles and worry on their faces. It was still a little awe-inspiring sometimes, even after five years, more if he counted training years, that he could have a family that could always be counted on to be with him without the responsibility of having a blood tie to him.
Hearing Jaejoong’s softly murmured “What’s wrong?” he turned around to face them fully, letting them move in closer to comfort him with their love and acceptance, leaving the questions for later.
After a while, he finally started to talk about what was bothering him. “I’m not too sure about our new concept. I mean, sure, it’s a concept that’s sure to impress the fans and give us an advantage over the other bands coming back this year, but do we really need to show so much skin?” He turned his head away from them, blinking rapidly, but his heart much lighter after blurting out his worries.
“Well,” began Junsu, “have you thought about the fact that in order for fans and non-fans to notice us, we really need an image that totally different from the ones before?”
“Yes, I have,” Yunho replied, tired. “If I didn’t think of that, would I still be worth being called leader? I just miss the image we had back in Japan. Even though I still missed Seoul, I liked the fact that we weren’t required to do anything drastic for fans to notice us; we just had to do our best at singing and the fans had naturally come to us.”
“But we’re in Korea now,” Yoochun said quietly. “Korea never really was a country that valued singing over looks. We knew that when we decided to try to become singers.”
Yunho closed his eyes, knowing that Yoochun was speaking the truth.
Sighing, he turned back to face Seoul. When the time came to leave for Japan again, he would always miss it, but it was times like these that he felt the need to run away.
“It’s all right, Yunho-hyung,” Changmin said. “There’s no need for you to run away like this. We’re always ready to comfort you, to make sure you’re doing all right, because more often than not, you’re the one who’s always comforting us, encouraging us, even when you’re the one who needs it most.”
Yunho looked at him, surprised at the words. Changmin almost never showed this side of him, this side that was able to see through a person’s soul and show compassion. But whenever he did, he was the one who was always able to comfort best, because he was always able to put emotions to words best.
Yunho smiled, overwhelmed with emotion. Feeling his eyes begin to tear, he turned around, closing his eyes, and breathed in the distinct scent of Seoul while letting the sunshine fall upon his face.
He faced his family again, seeing their love on their faces, and pulled them together for a hug, hoping that they would understand his silent gratitude. Moments later, he pulled away, ruffling Changmin’s hair, squeezing Yoochun’s shoulder, playfully punching Junsu’s arm, and catching hold of Jaejoong’s hand, and said, grinning, “Let’s go! We have a music video to record.”
Laughing, he ran to the roof’s exit, and glancing over his shoulder, saw everyone following him with encouraging gazes. He jogged back to where his stylist waited, and said, smiling, “All right, give the outfits to me! I’m all right now.”
He changed and met his band mates, ready to begin the day’s work.