| Fan Fiction |
by Phoebe a.k.a Phebs
The images in his dreams played around like a fast-forward film. Jaejoong squirmed slightly in place as he tried to keep up with the speed and register them more clearly in his mind. Laughter was ringing in his ears before his mind pictured in a blurry scene of what seems like kite playing. Words were muttered but in an unclear tone and Jaejoong tried to pursue more clearly the faces of the peoples he saw. He then heard a soft whining and his gaze were automatically shifted to the sight of the kite flying higher up to the sky as the string connecting it split.
Jaejoong felt like he blinked his eyes as the view suddenly turned pitch-black but within the next second the black was gone and he was staring at the cold and gloomy dark sky. It was the same sky that welcomed him the past days he had his nightmare. The rain pouring down rang clearly into his ears, as clear as everything seen before his eyes that very moment. Yet again his eyes landed on the two figures standing at the entrance of the building. Now he was able to see that there were two ladies and one of them, if he remembered correctly, was the principal of the orphanage.
“Please… They don’t have anyone left. I really hope you can take them in.” Jaejoong heard the other lady pleaded. The old principal just shook her head and show a disappointed face.
Just then, Jaejoong felt a tug at his arm and shifted his head to his right, welcoming the face which was now clear to him – the face of his twin brother.
“Hyung.”
With that one word muttered from his brother, suddenly Jaejoong felt was he was dragged away and blinded with a sudden flash of light making everything blank before images started coming in fast-forward motion again. He heard a scream and the view before him rotated 360 degrees, making everything seems so dizzy and lastly ended with a loud crash.
“AHH!!” Jaejoong screamed as he bolted awake. He ran his hand through his hair and shut his eyes lightly again, inhaling long and gentle intakes of breath.
“Aya, be careful.”
Jaejoong darted his eyes to his slightly opened door and slowly registered the voice into his mind. He flung his blanket to the side before standing upright and headed out of the door.
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Jaejoong walked towards the voice, leading him to arrive at the art room. He tilted his head in to peek and saw Aya squatting down to pick up some art tools with her free hand, placing them on the wobbly pile of things she was carrying with her other arm. She stood up and stumbled backwards slightly from the weight cradled on her arms, letting the paintbrush placed on the top of the pile to fell from its spot and aiming to the floor. As Aya let out a shriek, she saw a hand catching the paintbrush just in time before it hit the ground. When the hand retreated back, Aya smiled in relief when she saw it was Jaejoong.
“Aya-chan, I told you to be careful.” Aya’s mother nagged again, ending with a sigh.
Jaejoong tilted to the side and saw a box fallen down from its original pile. He looked back at Aya with a raise of the eyebrow. Aya instantly caught what he was thinking without further words.
“I… erm… accidently bumped into the pile while I was stumbling with the tools in my hand.” Aya explained with a slight stuck of her tongue out in embarrassment. So the loud crash in Jaejoong’s dream earlier was a reflect of the ‘thud’ sound of the box falling to the ground.
“Since you are awake, Uemura-kun. Why don’t you help us-”
Jaejoong didn’t need Aya’s mother to ask that as he was already extending his hand to receive a portion of the pile on Aya’s hand. He looked at Aya’s mother an innocent face and she chuckled while shaking her head.
“Never mind~” She sang as she returned back to what she was doing.
After moving the stuffs for a while now, Jaejoong spoke up with a question.
“Why are we moving all these stuffs out of the art room?”
“Kaa-san want to move all these to the storage room so this room could be used for…” Aya’s voice trailed off as she lowered her head, trying to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at her before shifting his attention to Aya’s mother.
“So this room could be used for the both of you after your wedding.” Aya’s mother spoke bluntly without much attention to face the two as she busy herself with what she was doing.
“Kaa-san~” Aya whined as her face flushed redder. Jaejoong was also looking down to the floor as light blushes tint his cheeks. He didn’t know why he had that reaction and he couldn’t restrain it.
Aya’s mother resisted the urge to giggle at the cute sight of the two before her as she continued.
“This room is pretty spacious. It will be better for the both of you to sleep here after your wedding. I think it is even sufficient for when the two of you have your little-”
“Kaa-san!!” Aya stopped her mother from going any further. She stole a glance up at Jaejoong and lowered her flushed face back down.
“Erm… Where should I put this with?” Jaejoong tried to stop the subject. And it worked when Aya’s mother thought about it a little before answering him.
“Just put it besides the easels in the room.” Jaejoong nodded and hurried his steps to leave the room but accidently bumped onto a covered canvas placed on the side and it dropped down to the ground. Aya’s mother shook her head and Jaejoong bowed his head slightly with an apologetic look.
Jaejoong placed the box he held on his hands to the ground as he bent forward to pick up the canvas, placing it up to lean against an empty gap between the boxes. When he brushed his hand across the covered canvas, he felt like a certain static sparkled through his nerves as he pulled back, creating a weird feeling congesting his chest. With his hand extending towards the canvas once again, he felt the moment dragged on like forever and his heart was weirdly pounding against his chest harder and harder by the seconds. His hand was even trembling slightly as it reached towards the canvas.
With a heave of a breath to calm his beating heart, Jaejoong finally laid his hand on the covered canvas. Jaejoong’s eyes widened as his heart practically stopped beating that very moment his hand removed the cloth covering the canvas.
The painting was a scene of a family having picnic and kite playing on a field in a windy weather. Jaejoong brushed his hand from the lady and man sitting at one corner and slowly moved up to the two little boys playing the kite on the end. The scene… it was so familiar yet so… painful.
Aya made slow steps to Jaejoong with her hands held behind her. She bent forward as well and tilted her head to Jaejoong, glancing at the surprised expression on his face. She then turned back to stare at the painting before she spoke up.
“I almost forgot about this painting. I think it was the first time I tried something like that. Being bored and all I asked you to describe a scene you desire and I will picture it in my head with my eyes closed before I painted it out. Come to think of it, it was funny how well it turned out and you even cr-”
Aya hung her words when she shifted to look at Jaejoong and saw tears rolling down his cheeks. Jaejoong sensed her eyes on him and swiftly lift his hand up to wipe away the tears but they just kept streaming down. Aya reached out and grabbed his hand to stop his action and he gazed straight at her as she flashed him a gentle smile.
“It’s okay, Kazuki. I am somehow glad you haven’t change all these years… Still the same Kazuki I knew back then that unexpectedly cry upon this painting.” She said before returning back to look at the painting.
“This scene must have meant a lot to you.” She muttered gently.
Jaejoong stared back at the painting and let his eyes wandered around the whole thing again; registering the image in his mind and tried to link it with this weird feeling he was having then. Out of a sudden, he felt his head hurt badly and he grunted in pain.
“Kazuki, are you okay?” Aya started to ask in panic.
“I… I’m… fine…” Jaejoong spoke weakly through his quivering lips. He forced himself to stand up and stumbled backward from his whole body suddenly feeling weak but still managed to keep his balance without Aya having to lend a hand.
“You don’t look fine. You even look pale now.” Aya was getting more worried as she saw him getting paler by the seconds. But every time she wanted to move forward to help him, he would wave his hand in front of her, stopping her from coming any closer.
“I… I just… just need to… rest…I can get back… by myself… Just give me time… time alone…” Jaejoong struggled through his breaths. He had one hand pressed on the side of his head with his eyes barely able to keep open from the pain.
“But Kazuki…”
“Please Aya… Please…” Aya didn’t know why Jaejoong was pleading in a time like this. Seeing him like this in front of her made her reluctant on the words to say.
Without waiting for Aya to say anything further, Jaejoong had already turning towards the door, bracing his free hand on the doorframe and walls to steady himself as he made his way back to his room.
Aya really wanted to sprint to him that instant when he vanished from her view but her mother held onto her shoulder and she looked back at her mother with her worried expression.
“Let him be, Aya. He knows what he is doing. Let’s just clear these up quick and cook something up for him later when he’s feeling a little better, okay?”
Aya look at her mother’s assuring face and nodded with a light smile. Her mother patted her head before continuing their moving. Aya took one last glance at the doorway before bending down to pick up the box on the ground.
Meanwhile, Jaejoong managed to stumbled back to his room and braced a hand on the doorframe, breathing heavily as he forced his eyes open wider to locate where his bed was. Setting his sight on it, Jaejoong’s feet shuffled heavily on the floor as he made his way to the bed and roughly tossed himself on it. He pushed himself up a little so his head rested firmly on his pillow and had one hand angled over his eyes, covering it as he took slow and steady breaths to ease the headache.
The pain slowly ease down and his breathing became normal again. After a moment, his body suddenly quivered as tears started flowing down his cheeks again.
“Appa… Umma… Jaejun…”
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Author's Note: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR SO LONG!!! Exams just ended few days ago so I finally got time to update this.
This update is just a short one, to prepare for the flashback of the event which made the twins orphans and how they came to be separated. I promised a will make another update very soon. Just give me about 3 more days to complete the chapter.
I really hope my readers haven't left and are still supporting me in this story. Leave a comment if possible, it will really motivate me to complete the update faster. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.