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31 March 2012 @ 11:53 pm
The Slowest Way of Saying So Little - Shou x Jaejoong - 2/?  
Title: The Slowest Way of Saying So Little
Chapter: 2/?
Author: simply_emotion @ glamourvette
Genre: Romance | Drama | Slight Angst | Slight Humor
Rating: PG-13
Bands: Alice Nine | DBSK
Pairing: Shou x Jaejoong
Warnings: None.
Summary: I was running away, wasting time, dealing by not dealing. They were angry, I was mad. One more fight to end the day.

Part One | Part Two

The Slowest Way of Saying So Little
Part Two: We Watched Them Lose Our Minds
Shou x Jaejoong


The image of Shou stayed with me far longer than it should have. The touch of his hand against mine lingered on my skin long after our meeting. I thought about him, frequently and quite reluctantly. I had actual dreams about him when I slept. Vivid dreams as clear and pristine as daylight. I kept running into him in unexpected places, too. A poster here. A billboard there. A CM in the middle of a variety show that I was supposed to be on.

I probably never would have noticed him before. Now I couldn’t help it. He was everywhere and it annoyed me.

Yes. I recognized how good he was. I was even man enough to admit that he might even be better than me in some ways. He had a talent that I lacked and I envied him to a certain degree for it.

Mostly, I just liked him...

His music, I mean. And that was probably the most annoying part of it all.

It’s a strange thing to like someone else’s music more than your own. Because at some point you have to wonder what you’re doing wrong that you can’t even stand to listen to your own songs anymore.

It starts to wear down your pride after a while, and that’s a silver bullet for a celebrity like me.

The more I saw of him, the more I felt like I had to be better than him. I found some comfort in the fact that my billboards were bigger than his were, that I had twice as many fans as he did, and that my Oricon rankings put his to shame. Consistently.

However, none of that stopped me from going out and buying their latest EP.

And then listening to it on repeat for days.

I was pathetic and I knew it. But it was fun, in a way, to just be a simple fan again. When I listened to Alice Nine, I felt like I was back at square one; just a nobody who was Youtubing their latest fascination in their free time.

It made me happy.

For the most part.

In the days following my obsession, the rest of my bandmates made it perfectly clear to me that they did not share my new taste in music. Most of their opinions came in the form on sly comments and irritated glares.

Junsu went as far as to shove a pair of headphones in my hands once, like I’d take it as a hint of some sort. I ignored most of it, but  I knew it was getting to the point where they really couldn’t take it anymore.

"Why do you keep listening to this stuff?" Yunho finally asked me one day.

We were in the van on our way to the airport. We were all sleep deprived and irritated with eachother and "RAINBOWS" was on it’s fourth repeat cycle so far. It was inevitable that someone was going to say something about it.

"Because I want to." I said.

I could have phrased my words a little more nicely, but then again, Yunho could have too. I was rude because I was the one in the front seat, I had control over the radio, and because I knew that tone of voice he was using with me. It was his disapproving tone and he only ever used it when I was doing something annoying.

That could only mean that he was tired of listening to me belt out “sora e egaite yuku kimi e todoku you ni kiseki no you na seiki no SHOW wo egake!” everytime this song played.

"They’re not even that good,” Yunho grumbled from his place in the backseat.

Like his opinion mattered.

"You don't know what you’re talking about," I told him.

"His tone is all off and he’s too rough on his vocal chords," Yunho said. "He needs vocal training. Badly."

"Are you serious?" I turned around in my seat and glared at him. "That’s what you’re going with? He needs vocal training? Shou wouldn’t be half as good if his voice was perfect. That’s what makes it fun."

Yunho stared at me like I was out of my mind or something. His eyes even did that bulging thing they tend to do when he’s surprised; like he couldn’t possibly believe I was defending Shou's methods.

 Yunho looked away and he seemed embarrassed by it.

“You’re going to ruin your own voice if you keep singing like he does,” he said.

I was about to to argue back when Yoochun intervened and saved Yunho from further humiliation;  “Just leave him alone,” he said. “He’ll get sick of it eventually, too.”

“I was just trying to protect his vocal chords,” Yunho growled.

“My vocal chords don’t need your protection,” I sneered in reply.

And that was the end of that.


For a lyricist, the ability to write is a fleeting thing dependent upon many factors in daily life. Inspiration, mood, time and peace are the four hardest ones to come by. Especially when you’re already an established singer and songwriter and your workspace is usually the backseat of a company van or the limited space of a dressing room.

Today was one of those rare days where I found myself alone in said dressing room, in good spirits with an empty notebook to fill.

Things started off well enough. I got most of one song done and set it aside for Tora to look at later. I started on a second one which gave me a little more trouble, but that was okay. The ones that give me trouble always turn out to be my best ones.

Even though I was fighting for the right words, it was all coming together in a slow and painful work of art. Then;

“There he is again!”

I was startled out my writing trance by Hiroto’s shriek of a yell coming from the break room across the hall. As if that wasn’t bad enough, a respectable clamor followed suit as several people dropped what they were doing and rushed over to see what the big deal was about.

I sat there and stared down at my half written rough draft of a song I was calling “Waterfall”. I had been doing so well, and now… nothing. My train of thought was gone and my productive mood had packed up and left with it.

I got up and wandered over to the break room to see what was going on.

I found Hiroto, Tora, Saga and Nao amongst some others sitting glued to the TV. As I came closer, I realized they were watching a concert on Music Station.

Then I realized what had Hiroto so excited.

It was my foreign admirer again, all dressed up in glittery clothes and lipsync-dancing to a song that was overplayed on the radio. A completely different sight than the one I had seen face to face that night.

“Oh,” I said.

Ever since my ill-fated meeting with the Korean pop star Jaejoong, my bandmates had made a game out of who could spot him where and how many times.

I didn’t know who was winning currently, but that wasn’t the real point of the game. The real point was to annoy me with it every chance they got.

The truth was, they were actually ecstatic that such a high profile celebrity had been present at our concert. Never mind the fact that this guy had pretty much insulted me to my face. They thought the whole ordeal had been funny and enjoyed rubbing it in my face when the chance allowed.

I sat down next to Tora and watched with them for a few minutes.

Jaejoong and his band played several songs and danced for most of them. There was one ballad in which I could actually hear him sing and he wasn’t being drowned out by one of his fellow bandmates. He had a decent solo section in that song, and it wasn't half bad.

I studied him carefully, trying to figure out what it was that made him so popular. The conclusion I came to was simple;

“He’s so… arrogant,” I said.

“He has to be,” Tora replied. “The camera is like… right in his face. Constantly.”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “But I don’t think so. Arrogance doesn’t really have anything to do with cameras and how others see you. It more about how you see yourself through the eyes of others…”

There was an occurrence of “hmm”s from everyone around me. Like they had actually been listening to a single word I said. (They hadn't.)

I looked over at them and clearly they were all mesmerized by something I couldn’t see. Their eyes were trained on the TV, like they thought they were going to miss something if they blinked even once.

“You know,” I said after a while, just to see what kind of reaction I would get. “I’m beginning to think he came to our concert just to mock us.”

Both Hiroto an Tora turned around and looked at me.

“How would we know?” Hiroto asked, faking indignant offense. “You’re the only one he spoke to, unlike the rest of us poor bastards.”

“He must like you,” Nao said.

“Like me?" I laughed at that. “That's ridiculous. Maybe he thinks I’m an easy target.”

“Easy target for what?” Hiroto asked. “Is it a contest?”

“If it’s a popularity contest, I don’t think you’re going to win,” Saga said.

“Or dancing,” Nao added.

“Hey, my dancing isn’t that bad,” I objected.

“They might be an even match when it comes to fashion though,” Tora said.

“They do dress really well,” Hiroto agreed and everyone nodded.

Their confidence in me was touching. Really, it was.


“You guys are the worst,” I sulked.

Tora threw an arm around me and laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I doubt he sees you as competition anyways.”

Like that was supposed to make me feel better.


The first few times you fly, you tend to be so hyped up that you don’t realize just how much stress it puts on your body. I lost that adrenaline rush after about three or four flights, and now I’m starkly aware of the little damages it deals me each time.

Nowadays whenever I step off the plane, I have the headache and the extreme exhaustion that comes with pressure changes and cramped spaces.

My career calls for a lot of flying, so I’ve learned a few tricks along the way. Noise cancelling headphones are at the top of my list, but they aren’t very effective when you’ve blared music in your own ears for the whole two hours it takes to fly from Tokyo to Seoul.

Needless to say, I was  indeed finally sick of Alice Nine’s ‘RAINBOWS.’ I had a massive headache by the time we landed and I don’t think I had ever been so happy to be back home before.

I collapsed on my bed and slept for hours. When I woke up, it  was night and I was starving.

I crawled out of bed and found myself in a dark dormitory with people sleeping all over the place. I managed to sneak myself into the kitchen, scrounged up a few granola bars and some juice, and then crept my way back to my room without waking anyone up.

I started unpacking while I ate.

As always, the airline had somehow managed to ruin the order of my bags. Nothing was perfectly folded or in the right place anymore, and my luggage was smudged and slightly more beat than it used to be.

I sighed and dumped everything out in the middle of the floor. It was going to bug me unless I got it over with.

My clothes were thrown into the laundry, then the toiletries were stacked in the bathroom.  All the little nicknacks that had accumulated in Japan were stuffed into drawers and stacked on shelves.

When I finished, I settled myself back into bed with my laptop and set to work on resetting my internet connection.

I checked my email first to see if anyone had left me anything important; all of it was junk mail.

I hit up the local news sites next, to see what I had missed while galavanting around Japan; nothing  remotely interesting.

I somehow ended up on iTunes, looking for new music to keep me occupied. The first thing I searched for was Alice Nine. While I was sick of RAINBOWS,  I was still in love with their music and I wanted more.

To my disappointment, I found out that Korea’s iTunes didn’t carry Alice Nine’s music. I tried Japan’s iTunes, but it wouldn’t let me buy anything unless I had an address in Japan. If there was ever a downside to digital download, this was it.

I was forced to resort to alternative methods and buy the actual CDs.

Normally, I don’t buy CDs. They take up space and they're an inconvenient hassle in the age of MP3 players.  But the internet left me no other choice.

I searched Amazon for everything by Alice Nine that was still in print and added it to my virtual shopping cart. I got all the way to the end of the checkout process when I nearly choked on my granola bar.

“Why is importing music so damn expensive!” I shrieked.

I didn’t think anyone had heard me at first, but a few minutes later, a sleepy Junsu stumbled his way through my bedroom door.

“Are you alright?” he asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning.

He wasn’t so much interested in my well being as he was my reason for waking him up at this unforgiveable hour.

“No, I’m not okay!” I shouted, more so at the computer than at Junsu. “Japan is trying to rob me!”

Junsu stared at me for a moment, then turned around and walked back out.


I was out of my mind. I had to be.

I was sitting there in the middle of my living room floor, staring at our new album, contemplating what to do with it.

There were dozens of people I could have sent it to, and yet the one person who kept coming to mind was the one person I wanted to give it to the least.

“I’m a fan.”

I still didn't know what he had meant by that.

The more I thought about it, the less it made sense. No matter how I twisted the story around, I couldn’t fathom his point of view or his reason for being at our concert. The fact that I was obsessing about it didn’t help either.

It was all just crazy.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt a certain sense of loneliness since DBSK had faded from Japan’s spotlight and disappeared back to Korea. They were no longer all over the television and their billboards were gradually being replaced. We no longer played “spot the Koreans” and our minds wandered far from frivolous things.

Even though the whole ordeal had become one big inside joke, it had been fun for the short period of time it had lasted. Even if Jaejoong himself hadn’t been present for any of it, I felt gratitude towards him.

But mostly, I was just being smug when I picked up a pen and signed the album cover,

“To my fan.
- Shou of Alice Nine.”

With a smile on my face, I shipped it off to my foreign admirer the next day.


With our triumphant return to Korean, we as DBSK fell back into a familiar routine of concerts, variety shows, photoshoots, interviews and dance rehearsals. I was currently in the middle of talks for filming a new drama and we had recordings for our new album coming up as well.

It was a chaotic mess and I never knew what I was going to be doing next. My mind was in survival mode, taking things as they came and sneaking naps in between.

I slowly began to forget all about Alice Nine the blinding light that surrounded them. As time passed, that light seemed to grow dimmer and fade from sight. Alice Nine didn’t exist in Korea and I no longer had Shou to distract me. I was focused again on what I was supposed to be doing, and I didn’t have misplaced motivations urging me along.

Out of sight, out of mind.

So it came as a complete surprise when I found a package from him tucked into one of my boxes of fanmail.

Shou from Alice Nine, it was addressed.

It could have been a joke by a psychotic fan, but I didn’t see how it could be. No one outside of DBSK and our crew knew about my obsession with the Japanese singer.

Naturally, I tore into the package and ripped out its contents. Inside was a signed Limited Edition copy of their soon to be released album, VANDALIZE.

Just like that, my new found focus was shot and I reverted back to being that square one fan boy who was in love with Rock N’ Roll. I started laughing and jumping around.

Yoochun, Changmin and Junsu were all present for my little episode. They practically had to jump out of my way as I run through the dorm and threw myself at the CD player.

I popped the CD inside and the first song that came on was www..

I expected to hear exaggerated moans of disapproval from my bandmates as they realized who was playing. Instead, I saw a spark of interest light up in their faces as Shou’s voice began to sing.

“Hey, that’s not bad.” Junsu said as he began nodding his head to the beat. “We’re they always this good?”

I didn’t dignify that stupid question with a response.

I jumped up on the couch and started playing air guitar. Junsu began to dance about half way through and Yoochun joined me on the couch. Changmin was too embarrassed to join in on the impromptu jam session, but he did stand off to the side and watch us.

It was a good thing Yunho wasn't there to witness any of it. He would have had a coronary.


Several weeks passed and I never got a response back from my foreign admirer. I assumed he had never gotten it or that he had been offended by my message to him.

Either way, the joke was over and I’d never see him again. I went about my life and forgot about it.

VANDALIZE was being released soon and I had about three weeks worth of promotions lined up and a tour after that. It was looking to be an exhausting month and I wasn’t very enthusiastic about facing it.

Today I was scheduled for a solo photoshoot with KERA Magazine and our manager, Ono, had woken me up at the break of dawn to get to it.

Upon arrival, my makeup, hair and wardrobe were done first thing. Then I was shuffled off to wait my turn with the photographer. It had been about an hour since then, and I had found a comfy chair in the corner of the studio were I was out of the way of the hustle and flow of the staff.

Things seemed quite lively for a regular photoshoot and I wondered why. They seemed to be in a fuss over someone in particular, but I wasn’t lucky enough to overhear who. They ignored me and went about their hurried business of getting the set ready.

Obviously this was going to take a while, so I whipped out my trusty PSP and settled in for the long-haul.

Final Fantasy was a good way to pass the time.

I was going on hour number two when the person whom everyone was making a deal over finally made his entrance.

He came prowling through the side studio door in all his celebrity glory. He had the face-mask, the sunglasses, the shady hat, and that unmistakable aura of a superstar. He was flanked by two body guards and a handful of personal staff.  Just about everyone in the studio flocked to join them.

My foreign admirer was here.

Had I fallen asleep? Was I dreaming this? Was I losing it?

I couldn't fathom how or why he was here.  I had nothing against believing in coincidences, but this was a little too much even for me.

I glanced over at my manager. He just looked back at me and shrugged.

Was this for real?


Leave it up to SM Entertainment to overwork their employees. I was on a flight back to Japan right after promotions in Korea were over. The very next day, in fact. No rest, no time to even breathe. Yeah, I was a little bit annoyed and very much sick of my life when I stalked into my photoshoot for that day.

I didn’t even know what KERA Magazine was, but I was here to advertise some new fashion trend and have a pointless interview in which I would reveal my “ideal girl” and “favorite color to wear” for the hundredth time. And people would buy it, just because they could, and they would enjoy it, just because they were that shallow.

From the moment I walked in, I was the center of attention. I suppose some people think it’s a perk to be pampered by everyone around you. It’s not. Being the biggest superstar in the room is the same thing as being chained to the floor. You can’t go anywhere or do anything without someone being there, watching you, talking to you, offering to do the most mundane things for you.

They even insisted on helping me dress myself.

No, I don’t need help putting my pants on.

I can put that necklace on myself, thank you.

When they were done making me picture perfect they shoved me in front of a camera and told me to pose with a smile.

I went through the paces with the photographer. I turned my head this way and that. I did my signature expressions. I showed off the clothes like any expert model would. When they were satisfied with what I gave them, it was time to usher me off for the interview portion of the shoot.

That’s when I saw him.

I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair wasn’t sunset orange anymore, it was darker, shorter, and his violet contacts were replaced by a steel grey shade that made him look a little bit older. His vibrant colors had been traded in for more subtle tones; jeans, leather boots, and a KISS t-shirt. It was the leopard print jacket that made me do a double take on him.

He was indeed Shou of Alice Nine.

He was perched on a chair off to the side, poised and watching me with the same exact recognition as I watched him with. Even though he looked different, the brightness that surrounded him was still there. He didn’t smile at me like he had on stage that day, nor did he raise from his seat at my presence.

Was I expecting him to?

I wasn’t sure.

There was something endearing about this cool disposition I was seeing in him now. A complete contradiction to what he displayed during his concert. I wasn’t quite sure how to react to it. I had to say something. He saw me as clearly as I saw him. To walk away now would be a mistake.

My escort was wandering off somewhere ahead of me, unaware I had stopped. I let him go, turned and made my way over to Shou while I still could. Someone would be along soon enough to drag me off to where I was supposed to be.

He stared me down as I approached. It almost made me feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by his expression. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. He didn’t seem excited to see me either, and that bothered me. What exactly was I expecting here?

I was breaking all the social norms. Shou was a veteran in the music scene compared to me. I was a bigger celebrity than he was, but I was also younger than him. Just where exactly did that place me? Did I even have a right to approach him? I didn’t know. I just knew that I had to. If I didn’t, it was going to haunt me.

I thought about what I was going to say as I made my way to him. We meet again? No, too cheesy. Nice to see you again? What? Definitely no. Hello? Too simple.

Wait. Why was I doing this again?

My brain decided to go blank right as I got to him and I just sort of stood there, smiling like an idiot at him. He was stoic and cool, quiet if not utterly confused by my presence.

What a wonderful impression I must be giving him.

I forced myself back into animation, which ended up in me bowing awkwardly to him.

“Your new album is amazing,” I said. “I listen to it every day.”

Shou’s expression blossomed into that brilliant smile of his that I remembered so well. He laughed and bowed his head in return. “Thank you,” he said.

I could have kicked myself for what I said next.

“May I buy you lunch?” I asked.

I don’t know what on earth possessed me in that one moment of complete thoughtlessness. The words came out on their own and there was no way in hell I could take them back even if I wanted to.

I was compelled to know him like any fan who wanted to know their idol. The only difference was that I was in a position to actually do something about it. How could I let it pass up without saying anything?

“Um,” Shou said, and his smile faded from beautiful ease to awkward and forced. “I have a photoshoot.”

“I’ll wait,” I insisted. “I’d really like to talk about your music.”

He seemed to consider it for a moment. He looked over at who I assumed was his manager and said something in quick Japanese that I didn’t quite catch. The man responded and Shou turned back to me and shrugged. “Okay,” he said.

At about that time, my escort had caught back up with me.

“We need to get to your interview,” he said.

I waved him off, still focused on Shou. “I’ll be back when you’re done. Wait for me,” I said.

He nodded and I allowed myself to be guided off for my interview.


I kept my calm and my composure as I watched Jaejoong leave. When he was out of sight, that facade went straight out the window. I turned to Ono in desperate need of answers.

"What just happened?" I asked. "Did he just ask me to lunch? Was that really him? Did I just say yes?"

Ono just gave me this look that said 'I don't know what the hell are you're talking about' and shrugged.

I snatched my bag up off the ground and dumped it out. I rummaged through the mess until I found my cellphone and dialed the first person I thought of.


He answered after too many rings and he sounded like he had just woken up.

“What?” he asked.

“He’s back!” I said.


“Him!” I exclaimed. “And I think he just asked me out.”

Who?” he asked again.

“Him! The Korean! Jaejoong! And I think I just said yes.”



First of all; No, I don’t have a Beta Reader.

For those of you on the K-Pop side of the fandom, this is RAINBOWS by Alice Nine. Yes, it is insanely fun to sing along to if you’re familiar with the Japanese language. Yes, those are skin tight leopard print pants Shou is wearing. Yes, he looks fabulous in them. No one rocks leopard print like Shou does. This is proven by this photoshoot in which the second half of this story takes place.

I have no idea if Jaejoong has ever done a photoshoot for KERA, but my artistic license says I can do whatever I want. So I say he has and that’s that.

www. - Alice Nine | This is the song off Alice Nine's VANDALIZE album that DBSK dances to. Despite the fact that VANDALIZE is their best reviewed album, I actually didn't like it at all. >.>;

When I wrote the first chapter of this story, it was originally intended to be a one-shot that I MIGHT continue if the response to it was good. People did seem to enjoy it, but for some reason I never picked it up again.

Then, I was recently going through my old stuff and I suddenly felt the urge to write them. I saw the characters in a new light than I originally did, and I came up with a fresh dynamic that I wanted to play around with.

To me, Shou and Jaejoong are actually a lot alike as far as personality goes. They’re both very kind, humble, loving, and generous for the most part. At least, that's what they show for the camera. I wanted to take a stab at what they might be like out of the spot light. I mean, Shou can be judgmental and a bit ditzy and Jaejoong can be inconsiderate and violent sometimes, and we all know they're both attention hungry. And that's all human. I really wanted to show that in this story. They have flaws. They can be annoying and obnoxious and stupid just like the rest of us.

I think it’ll be interesting.

Obviously this story is set before the lawsuit and the split of DBSK. I plan on carrying out the storyline as close to the real events as I can, so be patient with me.
neuromancer: KDrama - Protect the bossn3uromanc3r on April 1st, 2012 04:03 pm (UTC)
i can't believe you updated this story! I planned just yesterday to read that first chapter again even if it won't be ever continued and now I find this!

Now I really have to read the previous chapter before this one! : D
simply_emotion: Hyde II - Angel Poisonsimply_emotion on April 1st, 2012 05:08 pm (UTC)
Haha, yeah I wasn't planning on continuing it beyond chapter one. But I suddenly felt like it the other day. :P You got lucky, lol.
neuromancer: Hakuein3uromanc3r on April 1st, 2012 06:41 pm (UTC)
I liked how from the moment they found out who the other was they just kept noticing the other's presence everywhere! It was cute how the alice nine members played that game with Shou!

And also liked the part when the very annoyed Yunho started to criticize Shou's technique.

I was glad Shou sent the album, although I didn't expect it from him at all, and also when they met again at the photo shooting I was sure Jae will approach him!

I can't wait for the next chapter - I hope I won't have to wait as long as I waited for this one : D - I'm really curious about their first real conversation and about the first impressions of the real person behind the image both of them show as entertainers/musicians.

Anyway this was my first fanfiction with Jaejoong (DBSK) in it so I have to thank you for guiding me to this certain direction. [heart]
DelusionaLLbe_ddelusionall on April 1st, 2012 04:35 pm (UTC)
oh my god
Jaejoong and Shou
can you imagine what their voices would sound like in a duet ... /faints/

this fic is amazing and it's only 2 chapters in
i'm so excited for it!

First of all; No, I don’t have a Beta Reader.

You don't need one. :)

I love Rainbows. I put that single in my car and listen to those two songs for hours. /grins/

thank you!
simply_emotion: Huntingsimply_emotion on April 1st, 2012 05:08 pm (UTC)
You know, I've been trying to imagine what they'd sound like together. It's difficult! Their voices are so different! Jaejoong's voice is so soft and fluid and Shou's... isn't. xD I think it'd be interesting to hear.

I'd like to see someone to a mashup/bootleg track of their singing sometime.
DelusionaLLbe_ddelusionall on April 1st, 2012 05:15 pm (UTC)
or we could just kidnap them both and shove them in a room and make them sing I'm a Little Teapot.

shinchul303: pic#68950733shinchul303 on April 1st, 2012 06:16 pm (UTC)
Really excited you're going to continue this storyline. Am already hooked. And I second Traci--you have no need for a beta.
chibi_jaechibi_jae on April 1st, 2012 08:49 pm (UTC)
Oh my life.
I can't even begin to explain how excited I was to see a Shou/Jaejoong fic! Before I discovered DBSK in 2008 I was the most hardcore Alice Nine fan, Shou was my biggest bias ever until Jae came along and selfishly snatched that position away.

Please do keep writing this, I'd love to see how this plays out and your writing style is a joy to read!
I-nooresuslik_san on April 1st, 2012 10:14 pm (UTC)
this seems fun! yay for the rest of the risu bullying Shou! It's so rare that they can get away with it.

and I really liked the piece where Jaejoong wonders about how they relate to each other in a senpai-kouhai aspect, or whatever you call it. I hope you'll be able to update soon this looks interesting indeed
Stef ♥: akihunt4me on April 2nd, 2012 02:13 am (UTC)
first of all, omg for crossovers. Like, whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I don't really know how I'm supposed to be feeling, thinking of these two in a 'relationship' of some sort together, hahaha just....crossover extreme man.

There is one magazine volume that I'm absolutely sure that they both did for the same month, August 2008, is Arena37, 'cause that was the mag that I was introduced to A9 through DBSK. Funny how you're writing a story about them 'meeting' hahaha anyway, interesting story so far. JaeJoong's rather, um, pissed off for the majority of the first and second part of this story, and I'm kind of scared of how you'll portray him when summer of 09 rolls around. As for Shou, he's quite humbling in how you're writing him out to be. I like Shou, so...hahaha (and you should totally make Yoochun 'more' supportive of JJ's new-found obsession 'cause if anyone's crazy enough to rebel, it'd be Yoochun and he'd drag JJ along for the ride. imo)

I'm interested in reading more, so do update? :)

also, A9 don't have any CMs under their belt if I'm not mistaken. VK stars aren't prone to doing CMs like Jpop stars, like for ex. DBSK.
simply_emotionsimply_emotion on April 2nd, 2012 02:31 am (UTC)
They're not really CMs but like 20 second PV advertisements for their albums. They don't endorse products or anything.

To be honest, I don't really know much about Yoochun. xD I'm only vaguely familiar with the other DBSK members. Jaejoong seems to be rather complicated in what I've seen of him in variety shows vs fan cams and the whole hitting and cussing out obsessive fans thing. It's kind of funny because I've depicted him in other fan fics as being rather violent before all of that even happened. I even written about him leaving DBSK one or two times and then a year later it actually happened. >.>; So he's going to be really interesting.

But I'm more confident in writing Jae than I am Shou for some reason. I'm completely bias towards Shou and yet I find it hard to grasp his personality for some reason.
simply_emotionsimply_emotion on April 2nd, 2012 02:35 am (UTC)
Btw, thanks for the info about the magazine. I might just change it to Arena37 since it sort of fits in with the timeline I'm semi failing to follow. xD
neuromancer: Nightmare - Sakito4n3uromanc3r on April 2nd, 2012 11:18 pm (UTC)
I just checked the scans of Arena 37C, in the scan directory of jrock_scans community, I remember those pictures of alice nine, but at that time I guess I didn't even bother to check the cover too, because the picture of DBSK on it was new for me!

They drew duck in that issue, I had a hope I'll find their drawings (especially Yunho's) too, but unfortunately DBSK didn't draw (or that page wasn't scanned). Sakito's drawing was very cute, it was my favourite... : D
simply_emotionsimply_emotion on April 4th, 2012 12:44 am (UTC)
Yeah, I looked it up myself too. That's actually one of my favorite photoshoots of Alice Nine. xD

For some reason I don't see DBSK sitting down and drawing ducks for a random magazine. xD Hiroto's drawing kinda creeped me out.
neuromancer: Dir en grey - Toshiya2n3uromanc3r on April 4th, 2012 08:12 am (UTC)
After the 'Running Man' episode last year with Yunho and Changmin I really expected them to draw for Arena too! : D

Yunho's artistic rhinoceros is the best: http://www.dbsknights.net/2011/01/news-song-joongki-and-u-know-yunho-show.html
imelda_이멜다: pic#108283543imelda_melly on November 26th, 2013 10:37 am (UTC)
hey!! i loveee it! love jaejoong and shou and to have you writing a fic with them as a pair is like a dream come true :D
this fic is amazing! can't wait for the next chp!! :)))
torutanne' meme' on November 28th, 2013 06:22 pm (UTC)
Cant wait for the next chapter !

Shou was so cute when him shipped his album of to the foreign admirer.