(JaeMin) A walk down memory lane (10/11)

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A walk down memory lane (10/11)
jaemin (fluffy homin and yoomin moments)
PG
angst, fluff
1650 words (total: 12'982)
thanks to sharkbait_ha and liang_xing_xing, who both corrected my mistakes. &hearts
Memory is a tricky thing. Love is too.
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.



Music
Music is what feelings sound like.
~unknown



A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You quickly wiped your tears with your hands before asking with the calmest voice you could muster, "yeah?"

"Changmin? Are you alright? Can I come in?"

It was Yunho, sounding genuinely worried. Well. Your voice had come out a bit strained. And unsteady. You would have been worried too.

"Y... yeah. One second." You stood up with some difficulty, your leg reminding you its broken state, and splashed your face with cold water. A quick look at the mirror told you your eyes were still red but you felt refreshed. You finally unlocked the door, letting Yunho in. You turned away at his questioning look.

"What's wrong?"

You looked in his direction, your eyes focusing on the closed door behind him, "it's... it's complicated."

He let out a sigh, passing a hand in his hair, "when is it not?" And you were surprised to see he was smiling a little. You wanted to respond it was even worse when one had lost their memory; it felt like putting back a completely white puzzle together. With your feet.

At your silence, he sighed again, "I guess you won't tell me?"

You shook your head. He had a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment, "well then, the only solution that I'm left with is to take your mind off the problem." You looked at him curiously and he went on, ruffling your hair, "I haven't had much opportunity to spend some time alone with you."

"Oh."

He put a hand on your elbow, "let's go then." He gently pushed you towards the door and you were a bit surprised to see there was no one in the hallway.



You took a car -- his? -- and you were thankful he drove carefully. You didn't pay attention to the scenery, concentrating your attention on Yunho. He gave you a feeling of security that you had been missing since you had woken up in the hospital.

"Is there something on my face?"

You turned abruptely your head away, "no... I was... just..."

He entered an underground parking lot and he pulled into an available space. He put the car keys in his pocket and cast his eyes at you, "just?"

"I... was just looking at you."

"Trying to remember?" he asked.

"You could say that," you glanced around you and only saw cars, "where are we?"

"In the building of our company. Let's go."

And he lead you through the hallways -- slowly because of your crutches and because he bowed at people and people bowed at him -- until you entered a spacious room with immense mirrors on the walls. You threw a glance at Yunho and perhaps he saw your silent questioning, "that's where we train."

"Train?" You looked at both of your reflections and you noticed you were slightly taller than Yunho.

"Yeah. It's where we exercise our dances and performances. The singing practises are in another smaller room."

Your overall image had really changed; you look definitively more mature. You missed the hopeful look that passed briefly on Yunho's face.

"I'd hoped that, perhaps, it'd stimulate your memory."

Oh. It made sense. Everything looked new to you though and that's what you responded. You averted your eyes from his but you didn't want to look at yourself so you settled on staring at the floor.

"It was worth a try," you heard Yunho say and you suddenly thought about why you were here with him and not at home.

"Yunho? Do you know why Jaejoong hyung is acting strangely?"

You finally looked at him and you were not surprised to see a startled look on his face.

"No. No, I don't know."

You weren't surprised by his response either. You wished he knew so you could confide in him. He would surely be able to help you. You bit your lower lip. It seemed Yunho had picked on your habit because he frowned. He put a hand on your shoulder.

"You know you can tell me everything, right?"

You shifted uneasily under his hand, "yeah. Thanks. I... just..."

His gaze didn't leave your face and you thought there was no way he would let it slide this easily. There were so many things wrong that you just had to pick one, that was all.

"I... feel out of place," and it was true. There were various factors -- some you could pinpoint, some you could not -- but he squeezed your shoulder and you figured perhaps he understood a little.

"Let's sing."

His proposition wasn't what you had expected -- not that you had a specific reaction on your mind either -- but you found yourself nodding anyway.

There was a piano in the room next door, where Yunho sat down in front of and his hands began moving on the keys as soft notes touched your ears. You listened in silence for a while and then, without really thinking, you sang the lyrics, the ones you had heard so many time from your mp3-player, letting yourself relax, closing your eyes, savouring the sounds on your tongue until the melody of Yunho's mobile phone joined yours.

You pressed down a piano key and then another but the sound wasn't loud enough to cover Yunho's voice, "that late? Yes, yes. We're coming."

The ride back was silent, as if Yunho didn't want to disturb the melody still in your head.



Yoochun welcomed you home, but you thought it looked more like he was cornering you.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked and when you nodded, he lead you to his room. You sat on what you thought was his bed. Your leg had started to hurt a bit. Your rubbed it absently.

"...what did you hear exactly, earlier?" he said, standing right in front of you. You shifted uncomfortably, mumbling a "nothing much". He scrutinized your face, probably seeking the sign of a lie. You had forgotten that he knew you. You looked away.

"Really? I am your friend too. If-"

"I..." you interrupted him. He was the only who could help you, wasn't he?

"Yeah?"

You breathed deeply and looked fixedly at the wooden floor, "to tell the truth... he... Jaejoong hyung... he kissed me when I was asleep, except I wasn't really asleep, you know..."

You heard a sharp intake of breathe.

"And I don't know what I should do. I thought he loved me, if not why would he have... But..."

"Oh Min!"

You found yourself in a tight embrace. You were startled for a second but then you encircled your arms around his waist. It was awkward -- you were sitting and he was still standing -- and Yoochun felt so fragile in your arms yet you relaxed in his, calmed by the sound of his heartbeat under your ear.

"I'm gonna smack some sense into him," declared Yoochun, pressing his chin against the top of your head.

"Can you really?" you said in his shirt. You felt a laugh bubble up in his chest.

"I don't know. He is stubborn like you, you know."

"I am?"

"You are." He softly kissed the top of your head and tried to go away but you hold him tightly.

"One more minute," you whispered and he let you have your way.

"He loves you. He really does."

"Who loves him?" asked Junsu, eyes wide open, leaning on the door frame, "Am I interrupting something?"

You quickly let go of Yoochun, your cheeks flushing. Yoochun left a hand on your shoulder, "you should learn to knock on the door before entering."

"Yeah, well, changing the subject won't help you out of this," said Junsu, a smirk on his lips.

Yoochun sighed and you tried looking at anything but Junsu.

"You love him, I love him and Yunho and Jaejoong both do, too," said Yoochun, squeezing your shoulder. Junsu left the doorway to walk up to you. He paused for a second.

"Of course we love him," and he kissed you on your cheek even though he still looked dubious. You smiled a little at him.

"What did you come here for? Not spying on us, I suppose," asked Yoochun and hit Junsu lightly on his arm. Junsu glared at him, "Jaejoong just finished baking muffins."

Your stomach choose this moment to remind you that you hadn't eaten anything for a while. They both broke in laughter and you stood up, embarrassed, mumbling a "going to the kitchen," and fled.


Jaejoong sat at the table of the dining room, looking lost in his thoughts. He didn't notice you entering so you settled for a small "hey" that made him jump in surprise. Your eyes locked for a second but he quickly looked away.

"Junsu said you made muffins." In fact they were just in front of Jaejoong and you felt a bit stupid. You sat down in front of him.

"They're still warm."

"Oh." You took the one seeming to be the bigger of the batch and took a bite. You smiled when the taste of chocolate invaded your mouth. You took a second bite, feeling Jaejoong's stare on you and then his hand was on your cheek, wiping crumbs, and you had a sense of déjà vu and a slight taste of toothpaste on the tip of your tongue. You looked straight into Jaejoong's eyes, your hand coming to rest on his, still on your face. He seemed lost but you didn't leave him time to voice his confusion as you leaned forward, slowly approaching your face to his, your eyes closing as you grew closer, to finally brush your lips against his in a shy kiss.




A/N: It took me forever to write this chapter. Sorry. Yunho wasn't really cooperating. Also, I think you can sense it if I am doing a good job, that sadly the end is near... Different subject, but I reread the first chapter (I wasn't sure about the details of the first kiss anymore) and I noticed my writing style has changed and I am kind of curious about your thoughts?
Thanks for reading. <3