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08 December 2009 @ 07:40 pm
The way we change - part 9  
Title: The way we change
Author: jaejaelover33
Rating: PG
Pairing: YunJae,
Genre: angst, drama
Length: 9/?
Summary: Yunho is the popular kid, the one everyone looks up to. The one everyone worships and chases after. He lives normally, as normal as any jock could. But when the new kid comes to school, Kim Jaejoong, life as he knew it stops, hits reverse, and turns Yunho's world upside down.
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Sunday flew by, and I didn't miss it. It was so uneventful, so boring and lacking a point I didn't even care. I spent the day thinking, not that it mattered much, laying in my bed.

Monday I had school, of course. I really didn't want to go, I had to drag myself out of my bed. The only reason I hadn't begged my mom if I could stay home was because of Jaejoong. I just needed to see him, even though he was the one making me miserable. I didn't understand him, his logic. Did he have a logic? I couldn't believe he had accused me of liking him only because I wanted to.. God. I don't even want to think about it.

Anyway, I got dressed, did my normal morning routine and stuff. I caught a ride from the bus... barely. Remember, I had to drag myself out of bed? I was late. Darn.

The morning passed by oh so boringly. I can hardly remember it actually, so let's just not talk about it. Guess when I finally decided to wake up though? Right! Fifth hour, the class I have with Jaejoong.

I walked into the classroom cautiously. My eyes immediately found Jaejoong, kind of like magnetically, if my eyes were made of metal. Am I making sense? No?

So I walked to my seat, slowly, kind of afraid. I plopped in the seat next to him, my seat, and he didn't even look at me. I sighed and unzipped my back-pack, digging inside it's messy contents for my notebook. Mr. Wong was a huge fanatic on notes. Damn him. Hand cramps had become expected in his class.

"Hello, Jaejoong." I said, sliding my slightly crumpled notebook onto the table top when I found it. I saw, with a little spout of victory igniting inside of me, him glance over at me. It was only for a moment, but I smiled anyway. I kind of felt bad when I did though, so my grin immediately fell. He looked so bummed. So upset. "You alright?"

Jaejoong flickered his eyes at me again. He didn't speak, but I knew he wanted me to leave him alone. So I did, turning around toward the front of the classroom. "Sorry," I whispered and lowered my head. I had done it again, my over cheeriness and, to him apparently, fake looking worry probably making him him hate me more.

Jaejoong looked over at me a sighed. "Don't be sorry," He said in a whisper, then lowered his head as if he were ashamed. "I should be sorry."

"Why?" I asked, still not looking at him, afraid if I did he would stop talking.

"Because, you never did anything to make me suspect those things about you. It was wrong of me."

I smiled and, against my better judgement, looked at him. "Jaejoong, it's ok. And with all honesty I did act rather fast on you. I apologize for that if I can't for making you say those things to me."

Jaejoong didn't smile like I thought he would. I thought the spat was over. He sighed instead, looking up at me under sad eyes. "I still can't hang out with you, Yunho. We can't be friends."

My smile fell. "Why?"

"Because," Was all he was able to say before Mr. Wong came in, demanding in his loud voice to pull out our notebooks. As if we didn't know already. I exhaled deeply through my nose, my cheeks puffing out with exasperation. I needed to know why Jaejoong couldn't be my friend, but it was literally impossible to talk over Mr. Wong, and if you were caught doing so, especially during note taking, there were major punishments. I had to wait until after class.

The classroom fell silent, only the noises pencils against paper filling the room as Mr. Wong began writing on the front board. I started copying the notes, but my eyes couldn't concentrate on them. I'll get them from Yoochun later. I thought and my eyes shifted to Jaejoong. I watched his pencil scribble quickly upon the lines of his paper, trying to keep up with Mr. Wong's fast, skilled writing hand. My eyes traveled to Jaejoong's hand, taking interest in his white complexion. He was so gorgeous.

I breathed through my nose, making sure I wouldn't make any noise as I dreamed of kissing Jaejoong, his soft lips on mine. I had kissed him many times, made-out with him once, but it wasn't enough. It never would be. Jaejoong was different than others. I needed him, and he was mistaken if he thought he could leave me.

I smiled slightly, making sure if he looked at me he wouldn't be able to see it. I studied his shirt, his long sleeved shirt. He always wore them, I hadn't seen his arms in the few days I'd known him. It was odd, and almost immediately suspicion filled my mind again.

My devious, prying, information seeking mind wanted to know if he was hiding something. It started off as simple curiosity, a thirst for knowledge about the man I had fallen in love with in only a matter of day, been hurt by in only one. But as I peeked around the end of his right long sleeve, looking around it everywhere I could see, a small patch of purplish yellow caught my eye. My mouth opened slightly with astonishment and stared at the spot until Jaejoong moved his hand and it was gone.

W-was that a bruise?

"Jaejoong," I whispered, not even loud enough for myself to hear. He didn't look at me, he didn't hear me. I continued to watch his arm, waiting for the unsightly splotch of abused color to come into view again. I couldn't stop myself from thinking how he got the bruise. The wrist was such an odd place to have a bruise in the first place. What could of cause it?

Class seemed to drag on forever. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Jaejoong, being blinded by my worry and curiosity over the mark I had seen. I needed to know why he had it.

"Jaejoong," I said when the bell finally rang, griping his shoulder loosely to stop him from leaving. He shoved his notebook into his bag and turned to me, a sheepish look on his face. I thought about asking him to show me the bruise, but with a moments thought decided against it. Like he would show me it. So I grabbed his arm in one swift motion, lightly of course, and pulled his sleeve up. He pulled it back the moment he realized what I was doing, which only took about half a second, but not before I saw it. How big it was, the bruise. How far it trailed up his arm. I gasped.

"Damn you, Yunho." Jaejoong hissed, more cold than I had ever thought he could manage. I looked away from him when I saw tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone!" He yelled at me, so loud I could of cried myself. I was lucky, we were lucky everyone had already gone to lunch.

"Jaejoong," I whispered to him, as comfortingly as I could. He didn't say anything, only stood there quiet, frozen. "Jae, I want to help. What is going on with you?"

Jaejoong sniffled. "I don't need help. I'm-"

"Stop saying you're fine, damn it!" I interrupted him, making sure my voice was firm and unwavering. I needed to take control. I loved Jaejoong. I needed to protect him. "I am here for you, Jaejoong! I'll always be here for you. I know you don't know me that well, but Jaejoong you're not fine. You need somebody. I am that somebody, whether you like it or not."

He didn't say anything.

"Please, Jae. Tell me what's going on."

Jaejoong's tears seemed to erupt from somewhere deep inside of him, somewhere he had held them for so long, hidden away from everybody. I held my arms out toward him, afraid he would break if I grabbed him into my arms myself. He snuggled into my chest, crying so hard I felt my shirt soak with his tears. "Calm down, Jae," I tried to sooth him, rubbing my hand calmly up and down his back. He tensed all of the sudden, pressing himself closer to me, away from my hand. I stopped pulled back from him to see his face.

"It hurt," He whispered and tucked his tears soaked face into the crook of my neck.

"Jaejoong. Take off your shirt." I demanded, realization suddenly kicking me in the face. His eyes widened.

A/N: Omg secrets~! I hope this chapter didn't bore you to sleep. But guess what? There shall be action in this FF later on. Be excited, yes?

Oh but next chapter there will be some explanations about what's going on with YooSuMin. :D Wondering where they went yet?

Okie then. See ya tomorrow with another update. ♥ Comments help me greatly~ Please give me your opinions!♥♥

Current Location: Marshmallow land~wee~
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Current Music: Afi - miss murder
My Obsession, My Love, My  YunJaemoon1084 on December 9th, 2009 05:35 am (UTC)
omgaaawd i just read straight thru so forgive me for not leaving comments. damn i am glad yunho came into jj's life. Maybe he cant help him to get away from that abuse. Great update! cant wait for the next part. (please dont let it be rape. my heart cant take that)
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 10th, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)
That's alright, bb^^
Let's hope so. Go Yunnie!
Thanks so much! Will update today! :D
(I'll try to keep away from rape. :D)
My Obsession, My Love, My  YunJaemoon1084 on December 10th, 2009 05:34 am (UTC)
omg wat a major typo. i meant CAN</u? help him.
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 11th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
Oh, haha. I didn't even notice it xD
ting5ting5 on December 9th, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
oh my Jae *cries* i hope it's nt rape too but then any kind of abuse is horrible and Jae doesnt deserve it, protect him Yunho...

I'm curious where's the Yoosumin trio..will wait for updates ^^
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 10th, 2009 02:25 am (UTC)
:( Let's hope Yunnie can~

Yoosumin will be here soon~ Updating today!
Jellopinksparkles14 on December 9th, 2009 09:29 am (UTC)
My poor baby. :(
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 10th, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
-» καтħʁиvanillaicex3 on December 10th, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
spot XD.
-» καтħʁи: YJKISS<3vanillaicex3 on December 10th, 2009 05:15 am (UTC)
:( poor him ._.
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 11th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
Lol. You sound so hyper... Type hyper?? I don't know :[
Yes, I realize now Yunho did say the wrong thing. Haha. I fail.
-» καтħʁиvanillaicex3 on December 11th, 2009 02:36 am (UTC)
Lol :D, it was in the morning -_-"
with my mom's teeny weeny laptop.
:S. No youdidn't fail : D
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 11th, 2009 02:41 am (UTC)
Lol. I love tiny laptops. They're so cute :]
Thank you~♥
-» καтħʁиvanillaicex3 on December 11th, 2009 02:45 am (UTC)
D;, but she tells me not to touch it because it's some stock day trade thingy -_-".
but my other laptop doesn't load any websites O_O'/
so I used that one XD.
jaejaelover33jaejaelover33 on December 11th, 2009 02:46 am (UTC)
Haha. My moms like that. She doesn't let me touch anything that has any importance. But I do anyway.
-» καтħʁиvanillaicex3 on December 11th, 2009 03:05 am (UTC)
Auroranericia on December 13th, 2009 09:50 pm (UTC)
Finally Yunho! I guess he made it, he will finally break the ice around Jaejoongie ;)I am skiping to the next chapter now ^^
vizingavizinga on December 16th, 2009 11:05 pm (UTC)
It is past midnight and I'm still up. Totally addicted to this fic. I like it!!!