The Second Chance.
Description
Jaejoong woke up one day in the past. The legal fight was far from happening, and no there separation, not even in their worst nightmares. Knowing the future, after so long living in separate worlds, Jaejoong finally found a link, and could live out his days of happiness and innocence with the other four members again.
*note: English is not my native language, please ignore my mistakes.*
Foreword
Jaejoong threw his glass of whiskey against the wall, weeping with rage and bitterness. Centering his frustration with nothing more than himself. Not being able to do what people thought was right, but that his heart could not accept. There would be many answers if asked why he had left the company, but not all words in the world could answer for him, that whether right or not the attitude, he and people he loved so much were separated. He wanted to scream of hurt, anger, whatever the meaning of which was that pain in his chest. No matter if the world around them did not understand, he would follow his free spirit.
While freedom was so expensive. All the tears, all the pain.
But if he could start ... anyway, part of himself, his friends was so close and yet so far. Every time he looked at the stars, he began to cry again. Sometimes, then stuck it under the covers, face wetting the pillow, but sometimes, he sat on the floor, back against the wall, allowing the warm and salty tears escorressem silently down his cheeks. He had to be strong.
Sometimes he drank with friends, listening nonsensical jokes of Junsu, Yoochun's silly laugh , though that share similar pain, were there to share the burden of the price of the battle for freedom.
But at other times, he composed songs.
It seemed a little unfair that his loneliness, the weight of the absence of Yunho and Changmin, will serve as a limitless source of inspiration, on the other hand, it was unfair to have to go through that, life took advantage of him, and he did the same and still losing out.
He fell to his knees, sobbing. Yes, it was unfair. Muttering curses, his crying decreased in intensity, and at some time, he just wanted to sleep. He got up slowly and walked toward the large window of his huge and luxurious apartment. He brought with him a chair, and looking at the beautiful stars, but only seeing their favorite constellation, he slept with his face wet, whispering to the moon, his deepest desire.
The intense sunlight lit up his face, the sudden brightness irritated his eyes so he could open their eyes, closing them very quickly.
"But what-" began to speak being interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Jaejoongie, we do not have a lifetime, you'll sleep all day on that occasion so rare?"
Jaejoong stood up abruptly from the sofa, scared. He looked around, surprised and disoriented. 'Where am I?' He looked around, without recognizing those white walls, wooden floors, furniture and modest and functional. He looked toward the familiar voice, taking to heart the purest hope that he heard a real voice.
Yunho wore his shoes, messy black hair like a naughty boy. He had a piece of toast hanging precariously on his teeth.
"A rare occasion?" Yoochun whispered, wearing an old sweatshirt all he liked to wear as pajamas.
"Our day off!" Changmin said coming from a room, reached over and stole the toast of Yunho.
Yunho put his feet and pursued him, "Hey! How did you ever eat toast? Give me back my breakfast!"
"There's more in the kitchen!" Replied the maknae, hiding behind Junsu and using him as a shield.
"So take the kitchen, not out of my mouth!"
Jaejoong was having the most fantastic and vivid dream he ever had. It was as if their reality was in fact the nightmare, or that was a sweet dream. That was too much.
Yoochun sat on the couch rubbing his eyes and muttering "One day off, huh? I'm still dreaming ...?"
That was too much. I felt as if her heart would burst. His eyes filled with tears, and before that the characters of his vivid dream realized, he ran and locked herself in a bathroom near the door slamming force.
Yoochun jumped on the couch, now fully awake and surprised Yunho forgot his toast at the same time and Changmin stopped laughing.
"The stomach it hurts?" Junsu asked worried.
Jaejoong looked in the mirror and was startled when confronted with the reflection that stared with wide eyes. He saw himself, of course ... but ... the image he saw was himself much younger. Black hair and a little long, but still, it was himself. Overthrew the five toothbrushes that were within a glass, making a noise when it hits the ground.
A few seconds of absolute silence.
"Jaejoong? Jaejoong?" Urgent beats coming from the other side of the door, Yunho's voice sounding worried.
"O-Okay! I'm okay!" Jaejoong replied, his voice sounding strange to himself.
Yes, he was in a fabulous dream. But it seemed so absurdly real.
He bit his left hand. The pain was real indeed.
A wave of vertigo threatened to knock him down, and he capped his mouth to prevent screaming. The situation made him scared, but delighted and he was afraid to be deceived, after all, was too good to be true.
He heard whispers from the other side of the door, the voice of Changmin and Yunho.
Tears began to stream down their cheeks automatically, and he struggled to contain his sobs. If this dream was a gift or a punishment, he could not tell, he felt undermined by feelings.
Another quiet moment, and he could no longer contain himself. He sat on the floor and let his eyes cry all the tears in his heart had not a definite end, yet.
"Jaejoong! Jaejoong! "Now he could hear, in a canon disordered voices of other members, Junsu, Yoochun, Changmin and Yunho's voice together.
Jaejoong woke up one day in the past. The legal fight was far from happening, and no there would be separation in their worst nightmares. Knowing the future, after so long living in separate worlds, Jaejoong finally found a link, and could live out his days of happiness and innocence with the other four members again.
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