you belong with me (2/9)
Title: You Belong with Me
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine. ㅠㅠ
Summary: Simple YooSu romance. Inspired by the song “You Belong with Me” by Taylor Swift and championmugger’s “ Just Maybe...You Belong to Me.”
0 | interlude | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
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P A R T TWO: NEGLIGENT TENDENCIES
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i'm in the room, it's a typical tuesday night
i'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
and she'll never know your story like I do
Awkward.
‘Awkward’ was the term Jaejoong would best describe the current ambiance. So awkward, the unpleasant atmosphere actually filtered through his alcohol-saturated mind.
It was only earlier that Yoochun and Junsu had been making fools out of themselves singing and dancing to 'My Everything' by 98 Degrees at the noraebang they checked into. Jaejoong highly doubted he'd ever comprehend how those two were able to create such a wild choreography for the slow ballad, but he certainly had fun watching them act like idiots. He even recorded the precious event with his phone for future laughs and cackled at the idea of blackmailing the embarrassing footages he caught of a semi-drunk Yoochun for his mom's home-cooked meals.
Countless minutes in the karaoke room were spent singing obnoxiously, drinking shots of cheap beer, and just plain celebrating life while they were still breathing.
That was until Jinhee, who had been invited and practically disregarded by her boyfriend for approximately five or eight songs, finally snapped out in impatience.
She stood up and grasped the knit sleeve of Yoochun’s lightweight sweater with claw-like fingers, brusquely twisting him around from the glowing karaoke screen to face the entirety of her boiling wrath. Even in his buzzed state, Jaejoong could sense a penetrating tension filling the room as his dongsaengs’ cheery voices died off. He could actually see the details of Jinhee’s aggravated scowl. Her full lips had formed into a thin line, her eyebrows creasing together rather unattractively.
“Oppa! Is this what you call a date?! You’re not even paying attention to me!” barked the angry woman. “You asked me to come out tonight, so I arrived here wearing my best attire with those painful Luis Vuitton heels you said were so sexy, but look at you! You’re fucking dressed like a shitty homeless man!”
Jaejoong choked; at the same time, Yoochun’s eyes widened comically in surprise. A shitty homeless man!? Jaejoong wasn’t sure whether to start a chortling fit or slap the bitch upside down for degrading his best friend through such a terrible choice of insult.
He admired how quickly Yoochun managed to recover from the bizarre shock. The stunned brunette had swiftly positioned his hands on Jinhee’s thin shoulders, massaging them softly whilst apologizing for his selfish deeds.
When the fuming woman finally calmed down - just a little, the baritone artist grinned and pinched her cheek, which was briefly retorted with a, “Yah! I’m wearing make-up, pabo.”
“Babe, relax,” soothed Yoochun. “Pick up a mic and sing with us. You’ll have fun.”
Wrong move, Chunnie, reflected Jaejoong.
And he was right.
As soon as the thought came, the sound of a loud slap ensued.
Jinhee screeched as she pulled her hand back.
“Do you even fucking care about me?! Am I a ghost? Is my presence so faint that you can’t even see how fucking bored I am? Park Yoochun, I am your girlfriend. I have been sitting here doing absolutely nothing for two straight hours, listening to you and that fucking fag sing shitty English songs. I am tired of this! If you want a date and a hot night, stop bringing your pathetic cronies along with you whenever you’re supposed to be out with me by yourself!”
She angrily snatched her small leather purse and slammed the door hard enough for it to rattle through her brash departure.
The group of dumbfounded and speechless men could only blink in astonishment.
“Fucking hell,” murmured Jaejoong. He grabbed the nearest glass of soju and downed a fifth of the alcohol in a single gulp, relishing the burn sliding down his throat. “Did that really just happen?”
Yoochun sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Give me that,” he hissed, stealing the bottle of soju Jaejoong had barely taken a hold of. The agitated man nearly emptied half the content before setting off after Jinhee, all sorts of obscene curses flying behind him. The room became unnaturally silent with the absence of the fighting couple.
In an attempt to break the still air, Jaejoong gave an uneasy laugh. "Crazy shit, yeah?"
He chanced a glance at Junsu when there was no response and immediately felt his heart plummet.
“Junjjang?”
The younger of the two glimpsed up momentarily, then back to the ground.
“She called me a fag.” His eyes lingered on the dirty marble tiles of the karaoke room. “I guess Yoochun must have told her; they probably had a real hoot making fun of me, huh?"
“What-“
“I know that you already know, hyung,” interrupted Junsu, voice hushed. “Don’t make me word everything out loud. Please.”
Jaejoong hesitated, feeling the need to provide his friend with some advice, but ended up nodding anyways.
“Did you Yoochun confide in you, too?” asked the forlorn redhead, wringing his hands anxiously.
When Jaejoong nodded again, Junsu seized the half-filled bottle of soju; he sniffed at it with disdain before tilting his head back and reluctantly chugging the remaining harsh liquor.
“I... I’m tired; I'll see you tomorrow, Jaejoong-hyung," remarked Junsu, hoarsely.
“Will you be alright?”
“I’m fine.”
And Junsu left.
Simultaneously, Yoochun never came back.
Jaejoong spent the rest of his night singing miserable love songs at the karaoke station until all the alcohol he purchased was consumed and he was left with no other choice but to call Hyunjoong for a ride home.
TBC...
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine. ㅠㅠ
Summary: Simple YooSu romance. Inspired by the song “You Belong with Me” by Taylor Swift and championmugger’s “ Just Maybe...You Belong to Me.”
0 | interlude | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
* * * * *
P A R T TWO: NEGLIGENT TENDENCIES
* * * * *
i'm in the room, it's a typical tuesday night
i'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
and she'll never know your story like I do
Awkward.
‘Awkward’ was the term Jaejoong would best describe the current ambiance. So awkward, the unpleasant atmosphere actually filtered through his alcohol-saturated mind.
It was only earlier that Yoochun and Junsu had been making fools out of themselves singing and dancing to 'My Everything' by 98 Degrees at the noraebang they checked into. Jaejoong highly doubted he'd ever comprehend how those two were able to create such a wild choreography for the slow ballad, but he certainly had fun watching them act like idiots. He even recorded the precious event with his phone for future laughs and cackled at the idea of blackmailing the embarrassing footages he caught of a semi-drunk Yoochun for his mom's home-cooked meals.
Countless minutes in the karaoke room were spent singing obnoxiously, drinking shots of cheap beer, and just plain celebrating life while they were still breathing.
That was until Jinhee, who had been invited and practically disregarded by her boyfriend for approximately five or eight songs, finally snapped out in impatience.
She stood up and grasped the knit sleeve of Yoochun’s lightweight sweater with claw-like fingers, brusquely twisting him around from the glowing karaoke screen to face the entirety of her boiling wrath. Even in his buzzed state, Jaejoong could sense a penetrating tension filling the room as his dongsaengs’ cheery voices died off. He could actually see the details of Jinhee’s aggravated scowl. Her full lips had formed into a thin line, her eyebrows creasing together rather unattractively.
“Oppa! Is this what you call a date?! You’re not even paying attention to me!” barked the angry woman. “You asked me to come out tonight, so I arrived here wearing my best attire with those painful Luis Vuitton heels you said were so sexy, but look at you! You’re fucking dressed like a shitty homeless man!”
Jaejoong choked; at the same time, Yoochun’s eyes widened comically in surprise. A shitty homeless man!? Jaejoong wasn’t sure whether to start a chortling fit or slap the bitch upside down for degrading his best friend through such a terrible choice of insult.
He admired how quickly Yoochun managed to recover from the bizarre shock. The stunned brunette had swiftly positioned his hands on Jinhee’s thin shoulders, massaging them softly whilst apologizing for his selfish deeds.
When the fuming woman finally calmed down - just a little, the baritone artist grinned and pinched her cheek, which was briefly retorted with a, “Yah! I’m wearing make-up, pabo.”
“Babe, relax,” soothed Yoochun. “Pick up a mic and sing with us. You’ll have fun.”
Wrong move, Chunnie, reflected Jaejoong.
And he was right.
As soon as the thought came, the sound of a loud slap ensued.
Jinhee screeched as she pulled her hand back.
“Do you even fucking care about me?! Am I a ghost? Is my presence so faint that you can’t even see how fucking bored I am? Park Yoochun, I am your girlfriend. I have been sitting here doing absolutely nothing for two straight hours, listening to you and that fucking fag sing shitty English songs. I am tired of this! If you want a date and a hot night, stop bringing your pathetic cronies along with you whenever you’re supposed to be out with me by yourself!”
She angrily snatched her small leather purse and slammed the door hard enough for it to rattle through her brash departure.
The group of dumbfounded and speechless men could only blink in astonishment.
“Fucking hell,” murmured Jaejoong. He grabbed the nearest glass of soju and downed a fifth of the alcohol in a single gulp, relishing the burn sliding down his throat. “Did that really just happen?”
Yoochun sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Give me that,” he hissed, stealing the bottle of soju Jaejoong had barely taken a hold of. The agitated man nearly emptied half the content before setting off after Jinhee, all sorts of obscene curses flying behind him. The room became unnaturally silent with the absence of the fighting couple.
In an attempt to break the still air, Jaejoong gave an uneasy laugh. "Crazy shit, yeah?"
He chanced a glance at Junsu when there was no response and immediately felt his heart plummet.
“Junjjang?”
The younger of the two glimpsed up momentarily, then back to the ground.
“She called me a fag.” His eyes lingered on the dirty marble tiles of the karaoke room. “I guess Yoochun must have told her; they probably had a real hoot making fun of me, huh?"
“What-“
“I know that you already know, hyung,” interrupted Junsu, voice hushed. “Don’t make me word everything out loud. Please.”
Jaejoong hesitated, feeling the need to provide his friend with some advice, but ended up nodding anyways.
“Did you Yoochun confide in you, too?” asked the forlorn redhead, wringing his hands anxiously.
When Jaejoong nodded again, Junsu seized the half-filled bottle of soju; he sniffed at it with disdain before tilting his head back and reluctantly chugging the remaining harsh liquor.
“I... I’m tired; I'll see you tomorrow, Jaejoong-hyung," remarked Junsu, hoarsely.
“Will you be alright?”
“I’m fine.”
And Junsu left.
Simultaneously, Yoochun never came back.
Jaejoong spent the rest of his night singing miserable love songs at the karaoke station until all the alcohol he purchased was consumed and he was left with no other choice but to call Hyunjoong for a ride home.
TBC...