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nuagedeauA walk down memory lane (6/11)
jaemin
PG
angst, fluff
1789 words (total: 8039)
thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
Newspaper
"Friends are like television. Some are like PBS and always asking for money. Others are like the news, with sad tales to tell everyday, some are like that one station with the foreign language; you don't understand a word of it but you listen and watch."
Angry voices woke you up. You sat abruptly, looking at your surroundings, and it was when your gaze fell upon your crutches that you remembered the day before. Another quick look informed you that Junsu had left the room, leaving his blanked hanging from the edge of his bed.
It was time to try the crutches. Fortunately they were leaning against your bedside table and you just had to stretch your arms to get them. You pushed yourself off the bed, leaning heavily on the crutches, and stopped in front of the door. The voices sounded more annoyed than angry. You bit your lower lip -- after all, it was not very hard to think that whatever it was, was your fault again -- and you awkwardly made your way to the living room.
Yoochun was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper, which was sprawled on top of the small table in front of him. Yunho was pacing back and forth, holding his cellphone against his ear and his voice had now taken a preoccupied tone. Neither seemed to notice your presence, and not wanting to bother but still curious at whatever was happening, you decided to enter the kitchen. Jaejoong was sipping coffee. He was frowning and looked like he was far away in his own world.
Jaejoong was the strangest one in your eyes; you couldn't seem to understand him and yet you felt sad when his eyes ran away from yours. You had also caught him, once or twice, looking at you with a strange expression on his face. The one he wore when you had asked who he was. Pain, was it? But not only that, there was also his frown, the twist of his lips that reminded you of a joke gone wrong. And in his eyes, you had observed a soft feeling. He was so quick to mask these looks that you were unable to put a name on this softness.
He took another sip and you realised that you had been staring at him for more than a minute. You wondered how he could not notice you -- what was he thinking so deeply about? -- before you called his name.
"Jaejoong Hyung?"
He nearly dropped his cup from the surprise.
"Ah! Changmin! Don't startle me like that! You know I dislike to... be... Ah. Never mind. I forgot you... forgot."
His crooked smile made you stomach knot painfully, but he didn't let you apologize.
"Want some coffee?"
"I... like coffee?" You weren't particularly fond of bitter tastes but...
"Yeah, well, you had to. You know with the schedule, we all take something to wake up. If not, we'd be zombies."
"Oh. I guess I'll have one then."
"Want me to prepare it? You like it with a bit of milk."
You nodded, watching as Jaejoong poured some hot coffee in a cup -- it had some scribbling on it but his fingers covered most of it -- and then add the milk, filling the last half of the cup. He held it out to you.
"There." The crooked smile was back but you were distracted by your crutches. Drinking while standing with them didn't seem a bright idea. Jaejoong seemed to realise your predicament and, with the two cups, walked to the dining table. You followed and sat in front of him. You could read the writing on your cup: "Changmin is a glutton", "MinxChocolate Forever" and "Love the cook!". You chuckled, which earned you a surprised look from Jaejoong. You signalled the scribbling.
"I still like to eat, it seems." And your heart felt lighter when he smiled again, fondly this time.
You took a sip and nearly spat it out from the displeasing taste. Your expression of disgust made Jaejoong snort. You frowned and took another sip. If you liked it before, you would like it now.
"You don't have to force yourself."
"I'm not."
You drank a bit more. If somehow you could recall why you had liked it before...
The loud sound of the front door closing cut your thoughts short. Jaejoong helped you stand up, leaving the crutches on the floor, and guided you to the living room. Junsu was there, breathing hard, and talking to Yunho, who had covered his cellphone with one hand.
"-there are fans and journalists all over the place. I can't believe someone leaked the news."
"And since there were witnesses, it's quite detailed too. Though I must say it's a bit exaggerated," added Yoochun.
"There's also medical information. I wonder who spoke, damnit," said Yunho, visibly angry.
You limped towards the small table, cursing in your mind. Your fault again. The article about your accident took an entire page: a photo of the street was side by side with a picture of a smiling you and you caught words like rainy day, hit-and-run, broken leg, amnesia and broken future before Yoochun closed the newspaper.
"Well. It's not that important, is it? We were going to announce it today anyway. It doesn't change anything," said Jaejoong.
"Yeah," admitted Yunho, "It's true in part. But this complicates it a bit. There's already a lot of rumours out there and the company really wanted this to be revealed strategically."
You chewed on your lips. Your leg was starting to hurt. You shouldn't have left your crutches earlier. You shouldn't have been in an accident either. You felt your eyes starting to water so you bite on your lips harder, drawing blood. It tasted worse than the coffee. An arm circled your waist and you turned, startled to see Junsu.
"Changmin! You're bleeding!"
The three others looked at you worryingly and you lowered your head, wiping the blood with the back of your hand. You heard footsteps and rose your head just in time to see Jaejoong's back.
"Where are you going?" called Yunho back.
"None of your business," and the front door slammed. Yoochun sighed.
"I'm going after him," and added in afterthought, "in case he does something stupid."
Yunho nodded.
"Call us when you find him."
"You could also try to discover what's wrong with him. He has been acting strange since the... and even before it if you think about it," said Junsu.
Yoochun sighed again, muttering to himself, "I already know what it is," and left, leaving the two intrigued.
"Something stupid?" you asked, leaning on Junsu.
"Don't worry too much about it. Focus on yourself," he looked pointedly at your lips, "you've already enough injuries so don't hurt yourself anymore."
You shrugged.
"If I could get my hands on the driver, I would...," said Yunho letting himself fall on the couch. Junsu pointed at the cellphone.
"Weren't you talking to someone?"
Yunho abruptly stood up, putting the cellphone against his ear.
"Manager Hyung? I'm sorry! Ye.. yes."
He turned away from both of you.
"You still don't know who from the hospital leaked the information?"
You frowned. From the hospital? You couldn't think of anyo... The nurse with pink hairclips! The one who had apologised for nothing. Well, it wasn't nothing anymore. She had to be the one, it explained her strange behaviour. Her excuse had seemed sincere and if she was really a bad person, she wouldn't have risked doing it. You could keep the secret for a while, you guessed, and perhaps they would found out anyway.
Junsu pressed his hand against your side.
"Stop thinking too much."
You smirked.
"It's better than not thinking at all, Hyung."
His face blanked for a second and then red coloured his cheeks. He began with an angry voice:
"Changmin! Are you impl.."
But he interrupted himself, staying a moment silent before his lips broke into a smile.
"I see. The same old cheeky Min."
You smiled back, sheepishly, but you quickly became serious again.
"You think Jaejoong Hyung will be alright?"
Junsu nodded.
"Jaejoong isn't that stupid and anyway, Yoochun will find him in no time."
You stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, only hearing occasional words from Yunho. It was Junsu who spoke first.
"Min."
"Mmm?"
"You're heavy."
"Oh! Sorry Hyung."
"It's okay. But wouldn't we be more at ease sitting on the couch."
You looked at Yunho, still in the middle of his conversation.
"Shouldn't we leave him alone?"
Junsu thought for a second.
"You're right. So want to go to our room? I'll show you some videos and pictures from the group until they come back. It might help your memory and at least it will distract you."
You nodded.
"But first, can we go take my crutches? They're in the dining room."
Junsu helped you to your crutches and then you left his warmth and made your way alone with him following close behind. You let him open the door and somehow, being hurt and being helped were familiar to you. You paused and Junsu, seeing you were not entering, asked if there was something wrong.
"I... Just...," you looked at him, "it's familiar."
His eyes lit up.
"What is?"
"Me being hurt and you... opening the door for me?" you laughed, "it's a bit silly."
"No, it's not! You broke your leg a year ago or so. You healed quickly but that's probably why it seems familiar. Your memory is coming back!"
"Don't be too excited. It's just a feeling. I..."
"But that's already great! Let's look at pictures!"
You finally stepped into the room and sat down on your bed. Junsu rummaged a bit on a drawer before triumphantly holding out an album and two books. He settled beside you, opening the album.
"They're pictures we took ourselves. The two books are from a photoshoot in Prague and from our last concerts."
He scratched his brow.
"It would be better to start with the first books but I can't find where Yoochun has put them."
You looked at the first page, a photo of the five of you. You all looked happy, big smiles on your lips and eyes shining. As the pages turned and the sad, joyful and funny moments were displayed to you, your chest squeezed tighter and your eyes felt wetter. Seeing the memories you had lost, captured on pictures made you ache with longing. The same feeling you got each time you saw Jaejoong's crooked smile.
Author note: Quicker update than the last time but... the story is still going slowly. ^^;
jaemin
PG
angst, fluff
1789 words (total: 8039)
thanks to
sharkbait_ha and liang_xing_xing, who both corrected my mistakes. &heartsMemory is a tricky thing. Love is too.
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.
Newspaper
"Friends are like television. Some are like PBS and always asking for money. Others are like the news, with sad tales to tell everyday, some are like that one station with the foreign language; you don't understand a word of it but you listen and watch."
Angry voices woke you up. You sat abruptly, looking at your surroundings, and it was when your gaze fell upon your crutches that you remembered the day before. Another quick look informed you that Junsu had left the room, leaving his blanked hanging from the edge of his bed.
It was time to try the crutches. Fortunately they were leaning against your bedside table and you just had to stretch your arms to get them. You pushed yourself off the bed, leaning heavily on the crutches, and stopped in front of the door. The voices sounded more annoyed than angry. You bit your lower lip -- after all, it was not very hard to think that whatever it was, was your fault again -- and you awkwardly made your way to the living room.
Yoochun was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper, which was sprawled on top of the small table in front of him. Yunho was pacing back and forth, holding his cellphone against his ear and his voice had now taken a preoccupied tone. Neither seemed to notice your presence, and not wanting to bother but still curious at whatever was happening, you decided to enter the kitchen. Jaejoong was sipping coffee. He was frowning and looked like he was far away in his own world.
Jaejoong was the strangest one in your eyes; you couldn't seem to understand him and yet you felt sad when his eyes ran away from yours. You had also caught him, once or twice, looking at you with a strange expression on his face. The one he wore when you had asked who he was. Pain, was it? But not only that, there was also his frown, the twist of his lips that reminded you of a joke gone wrong. And in his eyes, you had observed a soft feeling. He was so quick to mask these looks that you were unable to put a name on this softness.
He took another sip and you realised that you had been staring at him for more than a minute. You wondered how he could not notice you -- what was he thinking so deeply about? -- before you called his name.
"Jaejoong Hyung?"
He nearly dropped his cup from the surprise.
"Ah! Changmin! Don't startle me like that! You know I dislike to... be... Ah. Never mind. I forgot you... forgot."
His crooked smile made you stomach knot painfully, but he didn't let you apologize.
"Want some coffee?"
"I... like coffee?" You weren't particularly fond of bitter tastes but...
"Yeah, well, you had to. You know with the schedule, we all take something to wake up. If not, we'd be zombies."
"Oh. I guess I'll have one then."
"Want me to prepare it? You like it with a bit of milk."
You nodded, watching as Jaejoong poured some hot coffee in a cup -- it had some scribbling on it but his fingers covered most of it -- and then add the milk, filling the last half of the cup. He held it out to you.
"There." The crooked smile was back but you were distracted by your crutches. Drinking while standing with them didn't seem a bright idea. Jaejoong seemed to realise your predicament and, with the two cups, walked to the dining table. You followed and sat in front of him. You could read the writing on your cup: "Changmin is a glutton", "MinxChocolate Forever" and "Love the cook!". You chuckled, which earned you a surprised look from Jaejoong. You signalled the scribbling.
"I still like to eat, it seems." And your heart felt lighter when he smiled again, fondly this time.
You took a sip and nearly spat it out from the displeasing taste. Your expression of disgust made Jaejoong snort. You frowned and took another sip. If you liked it before, you would like it now.
"You don't have to force yourself."
"I'm not."
You drank a bit more. If somehow you could recall why you had liked it before...
The loud sound of the front door closing cut your thoughts short. Jaejoong helped you stand up, leaving the crutches on the floor, and guided you to the living room. Junsu was there, breathing hard, and talking to Yunho, who had covered his cellphone with one hand.
"-there are fans and journalists all over the place. I can't believe someone leaked the news."
"And since there were witnesses, it's quite detailed too. Though I must say it's a bit exaggerated," added Yoochun.
"There's also medical information. I wonder who spoke, damnit," said Yunho, visibly angry.
You limped towards the small table, cursing in your mind. Your fault again. The article about your accident took an entire page: a photo of the street was side by side with a picture of a smiling you and you caught words like rainy day, hit-and-run, broken leg, amnesia and broken future before Yoochun closed the newspaper.
"Well. It's not that important, is it? We were going to announce it today anyway. It doesn't change anything," said Jaejoong.
"Yeah," admitted Yunho, "It's true in part. But this complicates it a bit. There's already a lot of rumours out there and the company really wanted this to be revealed strategically."
You chewed on your lips. Your leg was starting to hurt. You shouldn't have left your crutches earlier. You shouldn't have been in an accident either. You felt your eyes starting to water so you bite on your lips harder, drawing blood. It tasted worse than the coffee. An arm circled your waist and you turned, startled to see Junsu.
"Changmin! You're bleeding!"
The three others looked at you worryingly and you lowered your head, wiping the blood with the back of your hand. You heard footsteps and rose your head just in time to see Jaejoong's back.
"Where are you going?" called Yunho back.
"None of your business," and the front door slammed. Yoochun sighed.
"I'm going after him," and added in afterthought, "in case he does something stupid."
Yunho nodded.
"Call us when you find him."
"You could also try to discover what's wrong with him. He has been acting strange since the... and even before it if you think about it," said Junsu.
Yoochun sighed again, muttering to himself, "I already know what it is," and left, leaving the two intrigued.
"Something stupid?" you asked, leaning on Junsu.
"Don't worry too much about it. Focus on yourself," he looked pointedly at your lips, "you've already enough injuries so don't hurt yourself anymore."
You shrugged.
"If I could get my hands on the driver, I would...," said Yunho letting himself fall on the couch. Junsu pointed at the cellphone.
"Weren't you talking to someone?"
Yunho abruptly stood up, putting the cellphone against his ear.
"Manager Hyung? I'm sorry! Ye.. yes."
He turned away from both of you.
"You still don't know who from the hospital leaked the information?"
You frowned. From the hospital? You couldn't think of anyo... The nurse with pink hairclips! The one who had apologised for nothing. Well, it wasn't nothing anymore. She had to be the one, it explained her strange behaviour. Her excuse had seemed sincere and if she was really a bad person, she wouldn't have risked doing it. You could keep the secret for a while, you guessed, and perhaps they would found out anyway.
Junsu pressed his hand against your side.
"Stop thinking too much."
You smirked.
"It's better than not thinking at all, Hyung."
His face blanked for a second and then red coloured his cheeks. He began with an angry voice:
"Changmin! Are you impl.."
But he interrupted himself, staying a moment silent before his lips broke into a smile.
"I see. The same old cheeky Min."
You smiled back, sheepishly, but you quickly became serious again.
"You think Jaejoong Hyung will be alright?"
Junsu nodded.
"Jaejoong isn't that stupid and anyway, Yoochun will find him in no time."
You stayed in a comfortable silence for a while, only hearing occasional words from Yunho. It was Junsu who spoke first.
"Min."
"Mmm?"
"You're heavy."
"Oh! Sorry Hyung."
"It's okay. But wouldn't we be more at ease sitting on the couch."
You looked at Yunho, still in the middle of his conversation.
"Shouldn't we leave him alone?"
Junsu thought for a second.
"You're right. So want to go to our room? I'll show you some videos and pictures from the group until they come back. It might help your memory and at least it will distract you."
You nodded.
"But first, can we go take my crutches? They're in the dining room."
Junsu helped you to your crutches and then you left his warmth and made your way alone with him following close behind. You let him open the door and somehow, being hurt and being helped were familiar to you. You paused and Junsu, seeing you were not entering, asked if there was something wrong.
"I... Just...," you looked at him, "it's familiar."
His eyes lit up.
"What is?"
"Me being hurt and you... opening the door for me?" you laughed, "it's a bit silly."
"No, it's not! You broke your leg a year ago or so. You healed quickly but that's probably why it seems familiar. Your memory is coming back!"
"Don't be too excited. It's just a feeling. I..."
"But that's already great! Let's look at pictures!"
You finally stepped into the room and sat down on your bed. Junsu rummaged a bit on a drawer before triumphantly holding out an album and two books. He settled beside you, opening the album.
"They're pictures we took ourselves. The two books are from a photoshoot in Prague and from our last concerts."
He scratched his brow.
"It would be better to start with the first books but I can't find where Yoochun has put them."
You looked at the first page, a photo of the five of you. You all looked happy, big smiles on your lips and eyes shining. As the pages turned and the sad, joyful and funny moments were displayed to you, your chest squeezed tighter and your eyes felt wetter. Seeing the memories you had lost, captured on pictures made you ache with longing. The same feeling you got each time you saw Jaejoong's crooked smile.
Author note: Quicker update than the last time but... the story is still going slowly. ^^;
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