[fic practice] Wishing on a Purple Box [Part 3a]
NOTE: Super short post (see reason in entry).
Title: Wishing on a Purple Box
Length: Two Shot (2/2) Three Shot
Genre: Hopefully the outcome will be romance (plus a bit of angst)
Pairing: YunJae
Beware: of exaggerated and detail narration.
Warning: may implode your eyeballs. 8D
Summary: Jaejoong got a mysterious purple box for his birthday, and Yunho came out of it.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3a
Part 3b
Epilogue
Read this if you are interested:
This was actually written many days ago, but since I wanted to finish off the whole story in one entry, I didn't post it up. Then I realized that I probably won't finish it off fast enough (and I feel bad for not letting you know the ending), so I'm posting up the first bit now. It hints nothing about the ending though. ^^"
Also, for people who were reading my other fic Of Secrets, I'm sorry for the hiatus. I'd like to make each chapter near-perfect before I post it up (because I hate revisions). Wait some more okay? XD
The reason why I've been just lingering was because I was going through some emotional trauma/ inner turmoil. Hopefully the frustrations and bad feelings weren't transferred to the fic and make you all unhappy. =[ If you really really want to know what happened, you can....ummm....ask me? ^^"
Here's where you go to read the fic:
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Previously: Dust like particles swirled around Jaejoong before settling on his forehead. Considering his job done, Yunho stood up.
Now, he had to deal with his own 'problem'.
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Jaejoong woke up the next morning and frowned at the broken purple box on the ground. Aish! I broke it again?! Where did Yunho go? He looked around his small room but Yunho was no where to be seen. Dread started to down upon him. Did he...die? Jaejoong frantically searched through his room, but didn't catch sight of the man.
Think logically now Jaejoong... He remembered Yunho said that he had to stay in an enclosed space. He rushed over to check his pencil box.
But Yunho wasn't there.
He looked into his drawers, his backpack, his waterbottles, but he couldn't find anything. Defeated, he sat back down on his bed. However, he stood back up immediately when he realized there was one more place to check.
His closet.
Yanking it open, shinning particles rushed out at Jaejoong, and then Yunho's form slowly materialized inside the closet. He was sitting with his knees up to his chest, his head leaned weakly against the wall of the closet. Jaejoong panicked at the nearly transparent Yunho.
"Yunho! Are you okay?!"
Yunho could only manage a groan in reply.
"Ah! Are you going to die again?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to break your house!"
"It's...alright..." Yunho gasped out. It was plain obvious that he was in pain, but what Jaejoong didn't know was that it was due to using his powers without a kiss first.
"Here! Let me kiss you!" Jaejoong leaned forward, aiming for his cheek, but stopped at Yunho's yell.
"No! D-don't come near me!" Yunho turned to see Jaejoong's hurted eyes, but he knew he could not let Jaejoong touch him or else he'd do something he would regret again.
"J-just leave me...here for now...I'll be f-fine by...tomorrow..."
Jaejoong reluctantly closed the closet doors.
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The next afternoon, Yunho woke up from the shouting on the other side of the closet doors.
"I already have someone I love okay?!"
"Then why were you being so nice to me?!" Yunho recognized Jaejoong's voice.
"B-because...y-you are Junsu's friend!" The deeper voice stuttered.
There was a pregnant pause in the argument.
"It's Junsu isn't it? The one you love...it's Junsu..." Dread filled Jaejoong's voice.
"Jaejoong..." The deeper voice pleaded. "It's...it's not what you think..."
"Park Yoochun!" Jaejoong choked out. "Did you know how much it hurt me to see you flirt with every human you see?! And now you only befriended me so you can get closer to my best friend! Why did I have to fall in love with such a person?! Why did I have to fall in love with you?!"
Yunho pushed open the closet door slightly with his finger. Through the crack, he saw Jaejoong standing near the bed, trying to hold back his tears. Opposite to him near the door was a taller guy who was glaring a hole into the ground.
"I was so stupid to think that you liked me!" Jaejoong continued. "You've made a fool out of me! Are you happy now?!"
"Hey! You made a fool out of me too! What about the time where you brought this girlfriend out of nowhere and started accusing me of being a player?! Why would you hurt me like that if you loved me?!"
"Don't change the subject! That was different! Are you trying to blame me now?!" Jaejoong's face was flushed red from anger.
"That's not what I'm trying to do!" Yoochun shook his head in frustration. "I shouldn't be the only one to feel guilty! Can't you see that we both use the same ways to get the attention from the one we love?!"
"I don't care! I don't care! I just don't want to see you ever again!" Jaejoong shoved Yoochun towards the door.
"Jae...! Listen--!"
"Get out!" Jaejoong forced his door shut. The banging on the door soon subsided, and Jaejoong slid down onto the floor. One sob escaped, then two, and then Jaejoong eventually became a crying mess.
Yunho removed his finger from the closet, letting it fall closed again. He wanted so much to go out and comfort Jaejoong, but what comfort could he give when he felt like he was going to break apart from the inside? In learning that Jaejoong had been in love with his friend, Yunho's heart felt like it was squeezed dried.
But what right do I have to love Jaejoong in the first place? Yunho was a spirit who lived thousands of years too long, and would probably live a thousand more. How could Jaejoong be happy with someone who isn't even human? Unrequited love...A curse of unrequited love. How much longer will I have to suffer? Yunho sighed and let his physical appearance transform into dust inside the closet.
Even if I have no right to earn Jaejoong's love, at least his scent would always remind me of his presence. That would be all I need.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Much appreciated! Also thank you for zoolooney's line which I modified because I wasn't feeling very humorous when I was writing it. Here was the original idea (go on, have a laugh):
hey~ wonder if Yun moved those things (the wristbands at least) into his purple box? I mean...if he can't sleep with Jae, at least he can be surrounded by Jae-scent
Title: Wishing on a Purple Box
Length: Two Shot (2/2) Three Shot
Genre: Hopefully the outcome will be romance (plus a bit of angst)
Pairing: YunJae
Beware: of exaggerated and detail narration.
Warning: may implode your eyeballs. 8D
Summary: Jaejoong got a mysterious purple box for his birthday, and Yunho came out of it.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3a
Part 3b
Epilogue
Read this if you are interested:
This was actually written many days ago, but since I wanted to finish off the whole story in one entry, I didn't post it up. Then I realized that I probably won't finish it off fast enough (and I feel bad for not letting you know the ending), so I'm posting up the first bit now. It hints nothing about the ending though. ^^"
Also, for people who were reading my other fic Of Secrets, I'm sorry for the hiatus. I'd like to make each chapter near-perfect before I post it up (because I hate revisions). Wait some more okay? XD
The reason why I've been just lingering was because I was going through some emotional trauma/ inner turmoil. Hopefully the frustrations and bad feelings weren't transferred to the fic and make you all unhappy. =[ If you really really want to know what happened, you can....ummm....ask me? ^^"
Here's where you go to read the fic:
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @
Previously: Dust like particles swirled around Jaejoong before settling on his forehead. Considering his job done, Yunho stood up.
Now, he had to deal with his own 'problem'.
@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @
Jaejoong woke up the next morning and frowned at the broken purple box on the ground. Aish! I broke it again?! Where did Yunho go? He looked around his small room but Yunho was no where to be seen. Dread started to down upon him. Did he...die? Jaejoong frantically searched through his room, but didn't catch sight of the man.
Think logically now Jaejoong... He remembered Yunho said that he had to stay in an enclosed space. He rushed over to check his pencil box.
But Yunho wasn't there.
He looked into his drawers, his backpack, his waterbottles, but he couldn't find anything. Defeated, he sat back down on his bed. However, he stood back up immediately when he realized there was one more place to check.
His closet.
Yanking it open, shinning particles rushed out at Jaejoong, and then Yunho's form slowly materialized inside the closet. He was sitting with his knees up to his chest, his head leaned weakly against the wall of the closet. Jaejoong panicked at the nearly transparent Yunho.
"Yunho! Are you okay?!"
Yunho could only manage a groan in reply.
"Ah! Are you going to die again?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to break your house!"
"It's...alright..." Yunho gasped out. It was plain obvious that he was in pain, but what Jaejoong didn't know was that it was due to using his powers without a kiss first.
"Here! Let me kiss you!" Jaejoong leaned forward, aiming for his cheek, but stopped at Yunho's yell.
"No! D-don't come near me!" Yunho turned to see Jaejoong's hurted eyes, but he knew he could not let Jaejoong touch him or else he'd do something he would regret again.
"J-just leave me...here for now...I'll be f-fine by...tomorrow..."
Jaejoong reluctantly closed the closet doors.
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The next afternoon, Yunho woke up from the shouting on the other side of the closet doors.
"I already have someone I love okay?!"
"Then why were you being so nice to me?!" Yunho recognized Jaejoong's voice.
"B-because...y-you are Junsu's friend!" The deeper voice stuttered.
There was a pregnant pause in the argument.
"It's Junsu isn't it? The one you love...it's Junsu..." Dread filled Jaejoong's voice.
"Jaejoong..." The deeper voice pleaded. "It's...it's not what you think..."
"Park Yoochun!" Jaejoong choked out. "Did you know how much it hurt me to see you flirt with every human you see?! And now you only befriended me so you can get closer to my best friend! Why did I have to fall in love with such a person?! Why did I have to fall in love with you?!"
Yunho pushed open the closet door slightly with his finger. Through the crack, he saw Jaejoong standing near the bed, trying to hold back his tears. Opposite to him near the door was a taller guy who was glaring a hole into the ground.
"I was so stupid to think that you liked me!" Jaejoong continued. "You've made a fool out of me! Are you happy now?!"
"Hey! You made a fool out of me too! What about the time where you brought this girlfriend out of nowhere and started accusing me of being a player?! Why would you hurt me like that if you loved me?!"
"Don't change the subject! That was different! Are you trying to blame me now?!" Jaejoong's face was flushed red from anger.
"That's not what I'm trying to do!" Yoochun shook his head in frustration. "I shouldn't be the only one to feel guilty! Can't you see that we both use the same ways to get the attention from the one we love?!"
"I don't care! I don't care! I just don't want to see you ever again!" Jaejoong shoved Yoochun towards the door.
"Jae...! Listen--!"
"Get out!" Jaejoong forced his door shut. The banging on the door soon subsided, and Jaejoong slid down onto the floor. One sob escaped, then two, and then Jaejoong eventually became a crying mess.
Yunho removed his finger from the closet, letting it fall closed again. He wanted so much to go out and comfort Jaejoong, but what comfort could he give when he felt like he was going to break apart from the inside? In learning that Jaejoong had been in love with his friend, Yunho's heart felt like it was squeezed dried.
But what right do I have to love Jaejoong in the first place? Yunho was a spirit who lived thousands of years too long, and would probably live a thousand more. How could Jaejoong be happy with someone who isn't even human? Unrequited love...A curse of unrequited love. How much longer will I have to suffer? Yunho sighed and let his physical appearance transform into dust inside the closet.
Even if I have no right to earn Jaejoong's love, at least his scent would always remind me of his presence. That would be all I need.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! Much appreciated! Also thank you for zoolooney's line which I modified because I wasn't feeling very humorous when I was writing it. Here was the original idea (go on, have a laugh):
hey~ wonder if Yun moved those things (the wristbands at least) into his purple box? I mean...if he can't sleep with Jae, at least he can be surrounded by Jae-scent