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2007-04-22T17:57:45Z

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A Lag in Time for Love Chapter One

2007-04-12T01:12:28Z

Title: The Lag in Time for Love
Length: Chaptered
Author: Michelle
Rating: overall PG-13
Genre: Drama, Fluff, Romance, Humor
Pairings: Jaeki, eventual Jaeho, Eventual Yoosu, Keimin
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho were the best of friends since childhood, but began to drift apart during their Junior High years. Even so, they still were together until the beginning of their High School years, when Jaejoong confessed to Yunho. Now, Yunho barely even glances at Jae, and now that the end of their High School years is approaching, will Jaejoong be able to win Yunho's heart or will another get in the way?
A/N: deidcated to soloscry Thanks to all those who commented last chapter. Made me feel better about thinking it wasn't written well enough. So here's the next installment. Sorry if the plot's moving slow, but I wanted to give you a feel for each major character's personality before hand. Well, hope you enjoy my lame attempt at humor ^^;

Chapter one:

“And now, if you look at the problem, it clearly asks you to solve for the remaining roots other than the principle root, using…” The deadpan, droning voice of the Trigonometry teacher just went on, and on, and on…

Yoochun, for the sake of his education, could not keep his head upright; much less focus his train of thought into writing down the mess of numbers and Greek symbols into the notebook on the desk in front of him. Head tilted to the left, with the left side of his face cradled in the palm of his hand, Yoochun trained his eyes to the clouds drifting outside the classroom window in the crystal clear, blue skies, all the while keeping his pencil in motion across the notebook as to keep the teacher’s attention from him.

‘It should be a crime to keep us trapped in on warm, spring day,’ Yoochun thought as he shifted his gaze to watch the petals from one cherry tree flutter to the ground, as if dancing to the tune of the gentle breeze. Pouting, he turned his attention back onto the black board. ‘What in the world am I doing here? Why did I even take this class? Oh yeah, because we’re gonna ‘need’ it some day in the future.’

Yoochun snorted. What use is all this going to be to him in the performing arts? ‘Oh yeah, I’m going to sit there and calculate the angle I need to use to stare at people using cosine and sine.’

It took all of Yoochun’s will power not to yell out in pure and utter frustrated boredom of it all. He glanced at the clock situated above the blackboard. Fifteen minutes left before the end of class. Dammit, time is moving too slow. He looked back to the clock.

Fourteen minutes and forty-six seconds left of class. Yoochun looked back down on the mess of scribbles across the notebook he was using. They soon became dark circles as he traced the shape over and over in the same place.

Twelve minutes and thirty seconds. Those circles soon gave way to infinity circles.

Eleven minutes and twenty-two seconds. The notebook paper soon is covered with infinity circles.

Nine minutes and forty-five seconds. The pen is pressed so hard into the notebook the shapes are indented into the next three pages.

Six minutes and sixteen seconds. Holes began to appear in the notebook.

Four minutes and five seconds. There’s not much left of the page anymore.

One minute. Finally, Yoochun couldn’t handle it anymore, so he dropped his pen onto the desk and his forehead met the solid wood with a loud ‘thump’.

“Mr. Park! What on earth are you doing! Have you been paying to anything we went over today?”

A grunt was the only response.

“See me after class Mr. Park!” was the command right as the bell rung.

~*~*~*~*

The halls were flooded with students walking to lockers and chatting with one another on where to go out for lunch. Down the senior locker hall, which by the way were painted an ugly yellow (more like flesh) color, the large cafeteria lay off to the right of the hall as indicated by large double doors with black words above that said, ironically, ‘Cafeteria’.

Within the interior of this cafeteria, one can see numerous tables scattered all around the spacious area, and since it was lunch break, many of these tables were occupied by rambunctious teenagers either eating lunch and chatting away about how much school sucked and plans for the weekend or sit on top of the tables and fling around what is said to be food from the school’s kitchen.

In one of the corners by the large window sat Jaejoong, camera in hand and was currently flipping through the many pictures he had taken through out the day, which were mostly but not all of Jung Yunho) while occasionally glancing outside.

Flipping to one picture, Jaejoong stopped to admire the image of Yunho posed to let the basketball fly. He smiled at the look of concentration on Yunho’s still picture, a look of concentration that came whenever Yunho focused on the task at hand.
‘One that hasn’t changed after all these years…’

His thoughts were interrupted by the loud announcement of his best friend Yoochun making his way towards him, a pissed off look on his face and a string of colorful words streaming out of his mouth.

Yoochun slammed his books onto the table as soon as he approached. “Damn it to Hell! That senile old hag!!”

Jaejoong glanced over at him. “And a pleasant afternoon to you too.”

Yoochun threw him a glare before he started to pace back and forth, incoherent mumblings uttered with annoyance.

Jaejoong set the camera down before picking up his chopsticks. “So, care to tell me what’s gotten you so mad that you can’t even speak like a normal being to me?”

Plopping himself onto a seat across Jaejoong, Yoochun crossed his arms on top of his books and set his chin onto top of his arms, his full lips set into a pout in an attempt to arise some sympathy from his long time friend. “Mrs. Yeon kept after class toady in Trig to give me fifteen extra problems just because I wasn’t paying attention in class and not taking proper notes. I at least wrote something down.”

Jaejoong snagged the Trig notebook from underneath Yoochun’s arms, and flipped through it. “Um, turning your notebook into Swiss cheese doesn’t constitute as taking notes.”

The notebook was quickly snatched back. “Shut up!”

Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Whatever, it’s your education at stake, not mine,” he remarked before placing a bit of carrot into his mouth.

A thud resounded from the table as Yoochun dropped his head onto the hard surface for the second time followed by groan. “I don’t even know why I’m taking Trig. What’s it got to do with theater?”

“Dunno, but if you want to graduate out of this place you gotta take some form of a math class.”

A low growl was heard. “Fuck the person who came up with Trig. Who has all that free time to just sit there and come up with random numbers and signs?”

“A mathematical genius Chunnie, and I’m pretty sure if he were alive today, he’d say ‘fuck you’ too.”

“You know, you’re not helping me feel better at all. Some friend you are.”

“Eh, I try.”

“Aish, what am I going to do? I have rehearsals tonight until 6 and a history project to finish. There’s no way I can get it done by tomorrow!”

“Geez Yoochun, if you’re gonna complain this much, why not take something to help you out like math support?”

“No way! I’m not going to sit through my free period with a bunch of meatheads who you could walk up to and say, “Here, I’ll hold these two rags up and you tell me which one smells like chloroform.”

“Then suck it up and deal with it.”

Another pout was aimed at Jaejoong. “You’re so cruel!!”

Jaejoong merely rolled his eyes.

Standing up and gathering his books into his arms, Yoochun gave a dramatic sigh, and walked off to his locker, all the while saying things along the line of, “Oh Lord, why has thou bestow such cruel punishment upon me?”

Jaejoong watched as Yoochun sauntered off, and shook his head. He loved Chunnie and all, but listening to his antics routinely for several years made his immune to the puppy-eyes whenever Yoochun tried to evoke sympathy from him. Last time Jaejoong gave in, he ended up doing most of the homework for him. ‘Now all I gotta do is gain immunity from Junsu’s puppy-eyes.’ Jae shuddered at the vision that crossed his mind. Junsu, his little brother by a year, could get him to do almost anything with that not so secret weapon of his.

He turned his attention back onto his camera, picking it back up to resume flipping through the various pictures stored in the small machine. Lost in his task of deciding which pictures to keep and which to delete, he didn’t notice another figure approaching behind him.

“At it again, my lovely angel?” a voice whispered next to his ear.

“GAAH!” Jaejoong jumped from his seat and spun around to face Lee Junki, a tall, handsome teen whom Jaejoong befriended when they first entered high school. “Junki, don’t DO that!”

“Sorry, it was too easy,” Junki smoothly replied as he took a seat next to Jaejoong, who sat back down in his seat. “So, how many did you take this time?”

“Just a few this time,” Jaejoong replied, picking up his chopsticks and continued to eat his hardly touched lunch.

Junki looked down at the picture on the screen of the digital camera. It was another picture of Yunho. “Jae,” he said, picking up the camera, “how many pictures of him do you plan to take?”

Jaejoong paused in his eating and looked at Junki, before taking back the camera. “As many as I can take in a day,” he softly replied.

Junki frowned. “No matter how many pictures you take of him, it’s not going to make him look your way. Why do you still love him when he clearly feels nothing for you?”

Jaejoong looked down at Yunho’s picture still displayed on the mini screen. “Because he still has my heart, and no matter how many times he breaks it, he will always have it.”

~*~*~*~*
Thanks for reading. See you next chapter ^_^

First Jaeho Story

2007-04-05T23:38:33Z