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Fic:in_vazn ficlet - trouble & banana (gen, slight jaemin)
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in_vazn. My claim is Changmin for the table#2 and it seems I am continuing with the sad mood. Check the tag for the other prompts.
419 words, jaemin, prequel of attention, trouble: "Trouble is a part of your life and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough."
It wasn't until Changmin collapsed that the others discovered something was wrong with him. They were under the spotlights, blinded by the lights and adrenaline pushing them to their limits. Junsu had grabbed the attention of everyone with his voice -- I close my eyes for a short while -- so no one saw Changmin's eyes close and his legs becoming weak, weak until they gave away under him and the slight rush of air made Jaejoong look to his left. There wasn't a sound except for Junsu's voice --Whenever I think of you still walking down that unfamiliar path, different emotio...-- which cut short at seeing Changmin's sprawled form on the floor. Someone backstage called an ambulance at Yunho's shake of head. Then it was a mess: tears, shouts and cries, worry, quietness and reassuring smiles. Déjà vu, fleetly thought Jaejoong when Changmin was put on a stretcher and lifted from the floor.
"It's nothing to worry about. We will, of course, keep you informed. Please stay calm," was what said the manager in the microphone and what last heard Jaejoong as he quickly followed the stretcher to the ambulance. Except only one person could go with Changmin and Yunho was the calmest, so Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun went with their manager.
The white walls seemed to mock Jaejoong with their calmness and he bite his nails, not to look at Yoochun's red eyes that seemed to foretell tragedy. Yunho's warm hand on his shoulder didn't help much and he felt dirty, rests of make-up mingling with perspiration. Then a doctor came, looking calm too. He wore only white clothes, noted dully Jaejoong. He talked about some sort of progressive sickness and Jaejoong didn't really catch anything except it "had started a few months ago and the patient had already been on treatment for at least two months". Then it dawned on him. Changmin had lied. He could already hear him telling him it wasn't really a lie, it was more just forgetting to tell.
"He is awake", and Changmin waved at them weakly, a smile on his lips and an i.v. drip attached to his arm and Jaejoong had a sudden urge to strangle him but choose to frown instead. And when the silence became too heavy and he decided to skip the accusations and the endless whys, he was only left with the word idiot on his tongue.
Changmin smiled again, unshed tears in his eyes, "I really am, aren't I?"
627 words, jaemin, prequel of attention, sequel of trouble, banana: "This is the maraschino cherry on the banana split of bad luck I have been having."
"I've dreamt of bananas today."
"Huh?" was the only response Jaejoong's brain could come up with. After all, he was already busy ignoring the cables, the machines and the paleness of Changmin's skin against the white sheets of the hospital bed.
"To be exact, it was a banana peel. I can't remember who stepped on it though," said Changmin and then added, "I wonder what that means..." Changmin looked lost in his world and Jaejoong thought that it happened more frequently since... since that day.
"Since when are you interested in dream's significations?"
"Since there is banana peels in them," responded Changmin before sticking his tongue out at him. Jaejoong sighed, "I can't believe we're having a discussion about banana peels."
Changmin stayed silent, staring at the ceiling and worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Jaejoong sighed again and then took Changmin's hand in his.
"What's on your mind?" he asked and it made Changmin come back from wherever he had gone. He hesitated a few seconds before answering.
"I was thinking about what dreams really are. I think it's your brain organising your thoughts and experiences of the day, or is it? I probably dreamt of a banana only because I ate a banana flavoured jelly yesterday. But could it mean more than that? I mean... Why did I specifically dream of someone falling because of banana? I could have dreamt of... a gorilla eating a banana or of you making a banana pie or something."
"This is not about bananas, is it? If it is, I am wondering what exactly contained this jelly thing you ate," said Jaejoong, a smirk on his lips to counter the uneasiness forming in the back of his mind. Changmin shifted uncomfortably on the bed, still looking at the ceiling.
"No. No, it's not," he paused, "I've had this recurring dream every night for about a week."
"Recurring dream?"
"I... I am at a cementary and there is people crying and a coffin is being put in the ground. You are in it too. And the three others. You're crying in Yunho's arms and Yoochun has his back turned to everyone, Junsu is patting his back. I go to see you all and...," he took a big breathe and Jaejoong was beginning to dislike the direction the dream was taking, "and I ask why you cry, who is dead. Then Junsu looks at me and tells me that-" his voice wavered, "I am dead and should go away."
"I..." began Jaejoong but his mind was empty of words to say so he settled for brushing his thumb against the younger's hand. Changmin closed his eyes, "the treatment isn't working anymore."
Panic flooded Jaejoong's heart, "they'll come up with something better and you'll be healed in no time, you'll see."
Changmin shook his head and finally looked at Jaejoong, eyes full of fright, "I am dying, aren't I?"
Jaejoong opened and closed his mouth a few times before, at Changmin's surprise, laughing.
"Of course you're dying. As I am and as everyone is. After all, growing up is growing closer of death," and his tone begged Changmin not to contest him and the hand squeezing his as if he would disappear right then and there begged Changmin to let him have hope. So Changmin smiled a bit, a bittersweet curve.
"Yeah. You're right." Then they stayed silent for a moment, until Changmin couldn't feel his hand any longer.
"Hug me?" and Jaejoong wordlessly complied and Changmin scooted away to make him place on the bed. The warm respiration against his throat, the feeling of Jaejoong's body against his made him wish he was wrong, for once.
in_vazn. My claim is Changmin for the table#2 and it seems I am continuing with the sad mood. Check the tag for the other prompts.419 words, jaemin, prequel of attention, trouble: "Trouble is a part of your life and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough."
It wasn't until Changmin collapsed that the others discovered something was wrong with him. They were under the spotlights, blinded by the lights and adrenaline pushing them to their limits. Junsu had grabbed the attention of everyone with his voice -- I close my eyes for a short while -- so no one saw Changmin's eyes close and his legs becoming weak, weak until they gave away under him and the slight rush of air made Jaejoong look to his left. There wasn't a sound except for Junsu's voice --Whenever I think of you still walking down that unfamiliar path, different emotio...-- which cut short at seeing Changmin's sprawled form on the floor. Someone backstage called an ambulance at Yunho's shake of head. Then it was a mess: tears, shouts and cries, worry, quietness and reassuring smiles. Déjà vu, fleetly thought Jaejoong when Changmin was put on a stretcher and lifted from the floor.
"It's nothing to worry about. We will, of course, keep you informed. Please stay calm," was what said the manager in the microphone and what last heard Jaejoong as he quickly followed the stretcher to the ambulance. Except only one person could go with Changmin and Yunho was the calmest, so Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun went with their manager.
The white walls seemed to mock Jaejoong with their calmness and he bite his nails, not to look at Yoochun's red eyes that seemed to foretell tragedy. Yunho's warm hand on his shoulder didn't help much and he felt dirty, rests of make-up mingling with perspiration. Then a doctor came, looking calm too. He wore only white clothes, noted dully Jaejoong. He talked about some sort of progressive sickness and Jaejoong didn't really catch anything except it "had started a few months ago and the patient had already been on treatment for at least two months". Then it dawned on him. Changmin had lied. He could already hear him telling him it wasn't really a lie, it was more just forgetting to tell.
"He is awake", and Changmin waved at them weakly, a smile on his lips and an i.v. drip attached to his arm and Jaejoong had a sudden urge to strangle him but choose to frown instead. And when the silence became too heavy and he decided to skip the accusations and the endless whys, he was only left with the word idiot on his tongue.
Changmin smiled again, unshed tears in his eyes, "I really am, aren't I?"
627 words, jaemin, prequel of attention, sequel of trouble, banana: "This is the maraschino cherry on the banana split of bad luck I have been having."
"I've dreamt of bananas today."
"Huh?" was the only response Jaejoong's brain could come up with. After all, he was already busy ignoring the cables, the machines and the paleness of Changmin's skin against the white sheets of the hospital bed.
"To be exact, it was a banana peel. I can't remember who stepped on it though," said Changmin and then added, "I wonder what that means..." Changmin looked lost in his world and Jaejoong thought that it happened more frequently since... since that day.
"Since when are you interested in dream's significations?"
"Since there is banana peels in them," responded Changmin before sticking his tongue out at him. Jaejoong sighed, "I can't believe we're having a discussion about banana peels."
Changmin stayed silent, staring at the ceiling and worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Jaejoong sighed again and then took Changmin's hand in his.
"What's on your mind?" he asked and it made Changmin come back from wherever he had gone. He hesitated a few seconds before answering.
"I was thinking about what dreams really are. I think it's your brain organising your thoughts and experiences of the day, or is it? I probably dreamt of a banana only because I ate a banana flavoured jelly yesterday. But could it mean more than that? I mean... Why did I specifically dream of someone falling because of banana? I could have dreamt of... a gorilla eating a banana or of you making a banana pie or something."
"This is not about bananas, is it? If it is, I am wondering what exactly contained this jelly thing you ate," said Jaejoong, a smirk on his lips to counter the uneasiness forming in the back of his mind. Changmin shifted uncomfortably on the bed, still looking at the ceiling.
"No. No, it's not," he paused, "I've had this recurring dream every night for about a week."
"Recurring dream?"
"I... I am at a cementary and there is people crying and a coffin is being put in the ground. You are in it too. And the three others. You're crying in Yunho's arms and Yoochun has his back turned to everyone, Junsu is patting his back. I go to see you all and...," he took a big breathe and Jaejoong was beginning to dislike the direction the dream was taking, "and I ask why you cry, who is dead. Then Junsu looks at me and tells me that-" his voice wavered, "I am dead and should go away."
"I..." began Jaejoong but his mind was empty of words to say so he settled for brushing his thumb against the younger's hand. Changmin closed his eyes, "the treatment isn't working anymore."
Panic flooded Jaejoong's heart, "they'll come up with something better and you'll be healed in no time, you'll see."
Changmin shook his head and finally looked at Jaejoong, eyes full of fright, "I am dying, aren't I?"
Jaejoong opened and closed his mouth a few times before, at Changmin's surprise, laughing.
"Of course you're dying. As I am and as everyone is. After all, growing up is growing closer of death," and his tone begged Changmin not to contest him and the hand squeezing his as if he would disappear right then and there begged Changmin to let him have hope. So Changmin smiled a bit, a bittersweet curve.
"Yeah. You're right." Then they stayed silent for a moment, until Changmin couldn't feel his hand any longer.
"Hug me?" and Jaejoong wordlessly complied and Changmin scooted away to make him place on the bed. The warm respiration against his throat, the feeling of Jaejoong's body against his made him wish he was wrong, for once.