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wanderingreen
Part: 1 of 2
wanderingreen Part: 1 of 2
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, Crack, Angst
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo (KJ8/NEWS) x Kim JaeJoong (DBSK), Pin (if you squint)
Characters: Ryo, JaeJoong, DBSK, KJ8, Pi, Jin, MatsuJun
Word Count: 4400
Word Count: 4400
A/N: It's jae/ryo because Jae once professed to have a liking for Kansai-ben and well the first person who comes to mind that speaks Kansai-ben all the time is Ryo...plus I've been itching to write NewSxDBSK crossover fiction since forever. Oh! And scroll to the bottom for pictures if you don't know who Jae or Ryo is.
Part 1
1.
JaeJoong hums absently to himself as he dries his hands on his pants and heads back to the green room ToHoShinKi is stationed in. He walks pass rows of dressing rooms packed with artists, backpedaling hastily as a door bursts open.
Part 1
1.
JaeJoong hums absently to himself as he dries his hands on his pants and heads back to the green room ToHoShinKi is stationed in. He walks pass rows of dressing rooms packed with artists, backpedaling hastily as a door bursts open.
A squabbling duo dashes past him and he observes them with interest as they fight over a piece of gyoza.
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“Jin! Tegoshi gave that to me!”
“But I got to it first!”
“You...You aren't even supposed to be in our room baka!”
“Whatever. I'm eating it. So there!”
JaeJoong stifles a grin when the shorter of the two pouts at his companion. They remind him of Changmin and Junsu bickering over who got the last piece of cake on the rare occasions he baked.
The door to the dressing room hangs slightly ajar and JaeJoong scrutinizes the white placard stuck on the front of the door. “News?” he sounds out the english word bemusedly, going closer to the door, intrigued by the foreign sounding name and the rather comical pair that had emerged from the room.
Traces of a husky voice speaking in a Kansai accent filter through the gap and JaeJoong leans closer, entranced by the contrasting nature of the words; they manage to be both lyrical and vulgar at once and he listens hard to the voice, never wanting it to stop.
“Can we help you?” JaeJoong whirls around to find the pair from earlier looking at him with identical expressions of bemusement of their faces.
“Ah...it's nothing. I just – wrong room,” JaeJoong stutters and flees.
Yunho shoots a sharp look at him as he walks into the dressing room 5 minutes too late, but for once the accusing glare doesn't raise his hackles.
2.
Junsu's watching Music Station intently as JaeJoong settles on the sofa beside him. “Who are they?” JaeJoong asks, wondering why Su is watching the screen so intently. The band can't really sing, but they're cute and the entire audience is screaming for them, and JaeJoong idly wonders when Junsu started liking Japanese Pop.
Perhaps we've been singing so much of it that it's growing on him.
JaeJoong shudders at the thought.
“Hyung! Look! That's him!” Junsu points at the screen as the camera zooms in on a particular face. Pouty lips, large black eyes and clear flawless skin fill the screen, and JaeJoong hates the man for a second. He tries to place a name to the face and fails.
“Who?”
“Yamapi!”
Oh. Junsu's latest favourite actor. The younger boy had the habit of watching Japanese idol dramas and getting sucked into their characters wholeheartedly.
“You know? Kurosagi!” Su pipes up and JaeJoong smiles in amusement. It was moments like this that hinted at the free-spirited fanboy lurking underneath Junsu's competitive work-oriented exterior.
Junsu watches in rapt attention before grimacing at a particularly sour note. A hoarse voice picks up the melody of the song and JaeJoong focuses the screen, admiring the smoky rasp caressing the notes.
He watches as Junsu's Yamapi sneaks up behind the husky-voiced singer and joins him, cringing inwardly at the not-quite successful blend of voices but grinning at the same time at the goofy antics.
JaeJoong knows what it's like to be onstage like that, singing songs with people you adore and simply enjoying the moment instead of focusing on pleasing the crowd. He envies the band for being able to relax so freely, and for the fact that their audience loves them all the more for it. With him, there's always the guilt that comes later with not having given the crowd their money's worth, with getting carried away onstage and letting the group down; there's always the idea that they have to be the best and anything less means they have to work more.
To him, those moments of connection were the reason he kept singing, kept going.
The husky-voiced singer's face splits into a maniacal grin as the duo onscreen finishes their verse together and a smile tugs at JaeJoong's lips; their happiness is contagious. As Yamapi turns to the camera and makes faces that send the crowd into disarray, JaeJoong finally realizes where he'd seen the other before.
So this was NewS.
3.
They're taping another show again. With the endless release of singles, it seems as though ToHoShinKi is perpetually doing the variety-show round. At least this means that the hosts get used to the shy boys from Korea and JaeJoong gets used to smiling at the camera, being able to babble to his heart's content, and having the gorgeous female MCs hang on to his every word.
Japan is nothing at all like Korea.
He yawns as he walks to the rehearsal area groggily, cursing as he trips over an errant cable and dips toward the floor. There's nothing to catch himself on and he can't afford to injure himself now. They're in the middle of rehearsing the dance for their latest single and the Arena tour starts soon and Yunho will kill him and Su will watch him with sympathetic eyes and Changmin will –
An outstretched arm grabs him before he can land and seriously injure himself, and JaeJoong lets out a soft sigh as his feet find purchase on the ground again. “Are you okay?” there's a vague concern for a stranger in a pair of tired brown eyes, and pursed lips twist in a simulacrum of worry.
“Ah...yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. Sorry!” he bows apologetically, his mouth stumbling over the required phrases.
“It's okay. Just...be careful,” the other says, before turning to walk away.
JaeJoong takes a step and a small cry escapes him as his ankle buckles under pressure. The damage has already been done.
Thankfully, his saviour is there again, grabbing him around the shoulder.
“Where's your dressing room?” comes the brusque question and something in JaeJoong grows hard at the sharp, icy words. He doesn't need help from this tiny japanese man.
“It's ok. Really, thank you, but I can reach it myself,” he tries to refuse as politely as possible; the band doesn't need any enemies in Japan.
The other scoffs and looks at him with narrowed eyes. “You just fell TWICE. In as many seconds. Clearly you can't walk straight,” the words sting.
JaeJoong stiffens and wordlessly raises out a hand to steady himself against the wall, gritting his teeth against the sharp pain that flares up his ankle as he puts pressure on it. He nearly falls again as he takes a step forward and curses out loud in Korean this time.
He's surprised as a loud “Ahou!” and a stream of unfamiliar words puncture the air and the not-so-kind samaritan steadies him again, taking one of JaeJoong's arms and flinging it over his shoulder.
JaeJoong gives the shorter man a cold look. The other isn't impressed.
He tries to pull away.
“Which way, idiot?”
“I didn't know it's customary to violate a person's personal space in Japan”, JaeJoong growls at last, rage lending an atypical fluidity to his tongue.
There's strength in the other's dimunitive frame and JaeJoong's surprised when he can't pull away.
There's strength in the other's dimunitive frame and JaeJoong's surprised when he can't pull away.
“I'm from Kansai,” comes the answer. As though that is supposed to explain everything. JaeJoong doesn't say anything and the other sighs at last.
“Nishikido Ryo. I'd let you go and bow and all, but I'm afraid you wouldn't be standing long enough to appreciate it,” he snarks. JaeJoong's always been horrible at hiding his grins, and the quip isn't that funny really (he's heard far better from Changmin), but somehow he still laughs.
A slight look of surprise spreads over Nishikido's face before he grins as well. Something tells JaeJoong that the other isn't used to making people laugh.
“Kim JaeJoong. Room 23. I'd bow too but I don't appreciate playing the damsel in distress, and I doubt you'd want to catch me again,” he replies and after that they amble along in an almost amiable silence.
Ryo notices the way JaeJoong's eyes tighten minutely against the pain and he admires the other's strength even as he finds himself talking to distract the Korean from the pain. Ryo's uncharacteristically good-natured today and he attributes it to a day spent filming drama scenes with Uchi.
JaeJoong listens and appreciates the characteristic lilt of Ryo's voice and files away the unfamiliar words that pepper Ryo's colourful speech. He can place the voice now and remembers listening to it through the half-open door some months ago. The memory stands out in his mind in a way few things do these days; so often, all his life seems to be composed of is the next song.
When they reach the dressing room, Ryo watches as JaeJoong is swarmed by concerned bandmates, clamouring in Korean and Japanese. He notes in slight amusement at the way JaeJoong steadies himself and calms them down slowly, assuring them he's alright, it's just a slight sprain, he has Nishikido-san to thank for that.
They all turn to him and the gratitude in their eyes is so genuine Ryo's almost stunned into disbelief. It's so very rare to meet such real people in this industry and he finds himself marvelling at their openess and rawness. They're probably new kids, too young and too naïve to be anything else, he concludes.
He leaves JaeJoong to their care, noting the way one of his bandmates hovers by his side worriedly, while the other rushes to get ice and the remaning two try to distract him with a game. JaeJoong's laugh is warm and unguarded with them, so different from the cold regal being Ryo encountered earlier that he finds himself almost reluctant to leave; engimas intrigue him.
But time presses and he knows Eito goes on air soon and so he heads for the door abruptly before a soft “Nishikido-san” stops him in his tracks.
“Thank you,” there's a quality to the singer's voice that claws at some hidden part of his heart and he nods once before leaving, unwilling to prolong the encounter.
Ryo watches them sing later. They're live and JaeJoong's voice is raw and powerful and his adlibs make Subaru twitch and look at the screen in surprise. They're not new kids on the block and Ryo's surprised when he finds out.
4 years since debut. A string of chart-topping singles both in Korea and Japan.
He wonders at how that can be true – the innocence he encountered seems counterfeit in the light of this. But Ryo remembers JaeJoong's eyes and the way they had darkened ever so imperceptibly with pain and watches him dance; there's a hint of the clumsiness he had witnessed earlier hampering the slick, fluid moves, but Ryo sees no trace of the pain, only carefully blank eyes.
JaeJoong at least isn't innocent.
4.
They meet in a bar and Ryo reflects later that it was serendipity at work.
Jin and Pi have ditched him for the night and so in one of his rare moments of disdain for female company, he sits alone on a bar stool, drunk enough not to be worried about tommorrow's schedule. He gripes about his best friends to the beer bottle and watches as the lights from the disco bar cascade over the shiny reflective metal surface the bar mantel is made of.
He hates dance bars but he still goes to them anyway. Dark, quiet places have never been his scene, he has home for that.
A stranger sits beside him and Ryo rakes his eyes over the broad expanse of pale skin showing through the tight black tanktop. Tonight he is uncaring over who thinks what of him and indulges himself. Ryo has an artist's eye and he's always been attracted (aesthetically) to anything pretty.
This, this he muses drunkenly, is pretty. Pouty full lips touch the beer bottle, stretching around and over them in a way that's almost obscene and an Adam's apple bobs as alcohol is swallowed quickly in successive gulps. The eyes are hooded by a black cap, spangled with silver bits and angled low over the face, blocking the world out.
Ryo can sympathize.
He let his gaze wander, appreciating the milky expanse of one shoulder before his eyes travelling to the smattering of beauty marks over a cheek. The cheekbones are sharply visible, skin stretched tight over it in a way that reminds him of his best friend and nights spent tilted over a toilet bowl, retching up food and fluid in a way that had sickened Ryo to watch, and the unpleasant memory makes Ryo flick his eyes away.
The glinting sparkle of a earring, a whole row of earrings adorning the ear catch his fancy instead and he counts them with fascination.
The head turns toward him sharply and Ryo finds himself confronted by a cold, fierce gaze that actually rattles him for a moment. No one looks at Nishikido Ryo that way. No one.
He wonders if he's going to get punched, idly remembering the tattoo peeking through the low back of lithe man's wifebeater and having admired the way those those ripped arm muscles shifted as the beer bottle had begun its ascent.
But the eyes widen in surprise, and strangely, recognition. They soften and Ryo gets lost in how large they look.
“Ah! Nishikido-san. I'm sorry, I didn't realize earlier...” the oddly accented Japanese and melodious voice trigger something off in Ryo's fogged mind and he struggles to put a name to it. JaeJoong.
“JaeJoong, right?”
“Yes! Sorry about earlier, I thought...” and here JaeJoong dips his head in embarassment. “I thought you were some guy, you know...”
“Checking you out?”
“Yeah,” JaeJoong nods hesitantly. Ryo resists the urge to laugh hysterically and pauses for a moment, weighing his options.
The drink has made him reckless and he's so very tempted, but even then caution tempers him – the memory of brooding at home, restless, out-of-work and climbing over the walls still isn't buried deeply enough in time. He takes another swallow.
“What if I was?”
Large brown eyes narrow and Ryo's gut sinks and he opens his mouth, ready to laugh it off, to handle the situation, telling himself it's for the best, the risk was too great.
“I'd ask you if you were gay,” comes the reply before Ryo can dig his grave.
“I'd say I was bi,” he responds automatically. Pi's always maintained that Ryo was a talkative drunk but Ryo's never had cause to believe him till today.
JaeJoong's eyes weigh him for a long moment, the singer drinking from the glass again.
“We can't do this here,” he stands and Ryo follows him outside, to the roof of the building. There isn't much privacy here but there's a comforting anonymity amongst the groups of exhibitionists and drug users, and they lean against the railings appraising each other.
They don't do much that night. Just talk and share Ryo's cigarettes, and somehow that both leaves Ryo oddly relieved and unpleasantly queasy.
Neither of them can afford this.
5.
Eito and News always take up his time, and yet Ryo's always been left with too much time on his hands. Now, even with an ongoing Eito concert tour, weekly photoshoots, a new drama and 2 new singles set to release, he has more time than ever.
And so far too much time is spent thinking about those dark eyes, and the burn travelling down his throat as he inhaled from the cigarette that had just left JaeJoong's lips.
Ryo's never experienced this before. Being a Johnny's never left time for anything but messy one-night stands with big-breasted girls and a string of short-lived relationships with his peers. For a long time, since the once he had slipped (and fallen so horribly), Ryo's absconded even from those brief lapses in judgment, throwing himself into work instead and whoring himself out only in front of the audience.
Pi and Jin are always there if he needs something more, and as much as he hates letting them both so close, they've been enough for a long time now.
He wonders why this is different. Why suddenly he's gotten greedy all over again.
They talk a lot on the phone and Ryo's memorized the husky timbre of JaeJoong's voice, the odd quirks of his accent, and the loud guffaws that seem to hold so much warmth. JaeJoong's voice is nothing like his appearance; it's warm and expressive and Ryo likes to drown in it, listening to the other chatter on and on, amused at how talkative the cold ice-prince has turned out to be.
So he turns instinctively when he hears that distinctive laughter. Their eyes meet and he's shocked at the way JaeJoong's eyes light up when they lock on him. Ryo finds a wide grin stretching his face.
“Ryo-tan! What's so funny?” Tegoshi chirps. Ryo just shakes his head and bites his lips. The sudden burst of energy leaves him surprised but the grin doesn't fade.
He looks for JaeJoong again later as their groups stand on the stage, waiting to be introduced, and feels a pang shoot through him. JaeJoong's laughing at something, his carefully styled head of orange-blonde hair buried into one of his bandmates' shoulders.
Ryo spends the rest of the day distracted. Pi takes him out to dinner and watches him worriedly as he picks at his food.
“Ryo-chan, what's wrong?”
“Nothing,” some things he can't tell Pi.
“Ryo...” Pi peers at him and suppresses a yawn. Guilt lurches through Ryo. He knows Pi's as busy as him, busier even perhaps. But Pi's always been one to worry more about Ryo than himself. And even though Ryo sometimes chafes at the excessive concern, he's never done anything about it.
Pi pouts and those lips remind Ryo of JaeJoong so much that he looks away.
“Ne, Ryo-chan hasn't been himself lately,” Pi remarks at last, his head cocked, a serious expression in his eyes. Ryo knows that expression all too well; it means he isn't getting away without a lecture at least.
“Ryo, are you in love?”
Ryo splutters and normally Pi would laugh at him and do something idiotic like take a picture of him with a beer-soaked t-shirt and send it to Jin (or worse, accidentally send it to his entire phonebook), but this time he just sits there looking at Ryo with those intent eyes.
Ryo opens his mouth and then closes it again. “I...” he shrugs helplessly. He can't even think the word, let alone say it. But Pi understands and he looks thoughtful for a moment before a wicked smirk appears on his face.
“Can I meet her?” He emphasizes the word and Ryo's reaction gives it away. Pi whoops suddenly and thumps the table, his face twisting into a crude grin.
“Jin so owes me lunch!”
“What?” Ryo yelps, even though the sinking feeling in his stomach tells him he knows exactly what this is about. Pi leans closer.
“It's a guy isn't it?” Ryo nods after a moment. He doesn't have to hide that from YamaPi of all people and he's glad for that.
“I knew it!” Pi crows and whips out his handphone. Ryo's arm shoots out.
“This stays here. You and me. No one else knows. He doesn't want anyone else knowing either.”
Ryo hopes this is true and that JaeJoong hasn't told anyone yet. Of course, he doesn't know...he shouldn't be assuming that JaeJoong thought this was something to tell someone else about...
Pi whines at him.
“You are not a dog. Stop it!”
“But Ryo-chan, I can't collect my lunch from Jin if he doesn't know!” Ryo doesn't dignify that with an answer. Sometimes he misses how quiet and soft-spoken and calm Pi used to be, but then he remembers how unhappy Pi was during that time and ruthlessly suppresses the thought.
“At least tell me who it is? Give me a clue!” Ryo sighs and holds an internal debate. Knowing Pi, left to his own devices, he'd probably stalk Ryo and drag Jin into the picture while playing detective. And right now, Ryo definitely didn't have the energy to deal with two boisterous idiots tailing him around everywhere.
“JaeJoong. Kim JaeJoong,” he says the whole name softly, trying it out. He's never said it out aloud before he realises. Pi's eyes widen.
“A Korean?”
“Yeah, but he works here. You know that Korean band that's been everywhere recently,” he doesn't expect Pi to know who it is, in fact he's counting on that.
But Pi's eyes flash in recognition. “Oh! ToHoShinKi!”
Ryo cringes and hits Pi on the head. “Baka! Tell the whole world already would you?” he hisses. Pi offers a sheepish grin.
“Did you know? One of the guys is a NEWS fan! I'm his favourite member!” Pi grins cockily. Ryo groans. It figures, the whole world's a YamaPi fan.
Not that he can blame them.
6.
Ryo runs and runs. And the rain is pouring and his phone refuses to ring and he's tired, but he can't stop searching. He stops at last and sinks to the ground, the tears on his cheeks being washed away by the rain.
The only thing he can hear is the beat of his heart and the name it seemed to be thudding, leaving painful imprints on his chest.
JaeJoong.
He gasps awake. A nightmare. Just a silly dream. He checks his phone; it's 3am in the morning and he has a drama shoot tomorrow. He can't resist his fingers as they punch out a now-familiar number and frowns as all he gets is a pre-recorded message. The number you just called is not in service.
That's right. JaeJoong was back in Korea. His band was promoting their latest Korean album and they wouldn't be returning to Japan for awhile. It had been 2 weeks since he last saw JaeJoong. Ten days since their last call.
He spends the whole day silent and agitated.
Eito ignore him; they're much too used to Ryo's frequent moods and they're far too busy to bother the temperemental Yellow Ranger. It's only when Ryo doesn't finish his rice that they all begin shooting him looks. Ryo always finishes his rice. That's the one thing constant about Ryo. He always eats his rice and asks for more. In the old days when they only got 1 measly bento each, Ryo would mope around after inhaling his food until some kind senpai treated him to lunch. He was cunning that way.
Eito ignore him; they're much too used to Ryo's frequent moods and they're far too busy to bother the temperemental Yellow Ranger. It's only when Ryo doesn't finish his rice that they all begin shooting him looks. Ryo always finishes his rice. That's the one thing constant about Ryo. He always eats his rice and asks for more. In the old days when they only got 1 measly bento each, Ryo would mope around after inhaling his food until some kind senpai treated him to lunch. He was cunning that way.
Baru looks at Hina who is busy sleeping. Yoko isn't much help either so Baru looks at Maru who looks at Yasu instead. Yasu sighs and looks at Tacchon, waggling his eyebrows in code for Ryo's less likely to bite your head off. Tacchon closes his eyes. It always comes down to him. He hates being the youngest sometimes.
Still, he creeps up on Ryo and taps him. “You ok?” Ryo raises blank eyes to him and Tacchon gestures at the uneaten rice. “Break ends in 10 minutes, you better hurry,” it's strange to be asking Ryo to hurry. Usually Ryo's the one sitting there smugly (or grouchily) demanding that everyone EAT FASTER! so that they can start practice.
Ryo looks down and inhales the remaining rice with one hefty flick of his chopsticks before dumping the bento into the trash. Tacchon frowns more and flicks his eyes to Yasu in confusion. Yasu gestures at him frantically, mouthing ask him. That's Ryo's cue to interject with a sarcastic barb about how he doesn't need idiots worrying after him incessantly.
But Ryo doesn't and Yasu's gesticulations get more frantic. Tacchon edges closer and tries to think of something. The trick with getting Ryo to open up isn't to ask him anything straight. It's to ramble on until he relents and spills.
“So, Ryo we're still going on that trip to Okinawa this weekend?” Ryo stops fiddling with his handphone.
“Okinawa?”
“Yeah, we planned to go back there...this weekend's clear right?”
“I thought...it's next...”
“It's this week,” Tacchon's really worried now. It isn't like Ryo to forget anything. He remembers everything from their individual dance places to the time Yoko trod over his foot and called him a midget.
“This week? This week?” Ryo looks alive again, a maniac grin splitting his face. Tacchon nods hesitantly; he isn't so sure he wants to go on a trip with Yellow anymore.
Ryo turns thoughtful suddenly. “Tacchon, would you mind...if I cancelled?”
“Eh?” But we planned it months ago.
“I, there's something I have to do,” Ryo looks almost nervous and Tacchon can't bear to argue. It's enough that Ryo looks vaguely guilty.
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Ryo steps off the plane furtively. It's the first time he's travelling completely alone; no managers, no bandmates, no friends, no family. Just himself. He decides it's a lonely thing to sit in a plane alone, staring out the window at endless blue skies and too-bright sunlight.
He usually sleeps on transportation of any sort but anxiety had kept him awake this time. What if he ruined things? What if he scared JaeJoong off by doing this? Neither of them had committed to much. They had only exchanged words and a single brief kiss; far too little for Ryo to come out here, fly out of the country on one of his all-too-rare vacation days, all alone.
JaeJoong would be working, catching up with family and friends. Would he resent the intrusion?
Ryo gnaws at his fingernails as he hails a taxi and journeys to the hotel, fumbling as he tries to thank the taxi driver in clumsy Korean, the words tripping over his tongue as he remembers JaeJoong's voice on the phone teaching him.
Lately, everything reminds him of JaeJoong.
He sits on the hotel bed, sprawled over and flips his handphone open and close a million times. You have one message.
It's probably Pi, he thinks. Instead it's Jun. Heard you were in Korea. Came looking for me?
The world doesn't revolve around Jun-sama, ahou.
It feels good to snap a vitriolic reply back at Jun. It feels normal.
Why are you here anyway?
The question unsettles him. Jun is here promoting his latest movie. Ryo is here to...
I have something I have to do.
A/N: To read the random tl;dr explanation of why JaeRyo is my crack OTP and I think they might actually work together, go here
Pictures:
Nishikido Ryo
(KJ8/NEWS)
A/N: To read the random tl;dr explanation of why JaeRyo is my crack OTP and I think they might actually work together, go here
Pictures:
Nishikido Ryo
(KJ8/NEWS)
Kim JaeJoong aka Hero/Youngwoong
(DBSK/ToHoShinKi)
Kanjani8 (L-R: Ryo, Baru, Yoko, Yasu, Maru, Hina, Tacchon)
DBSK/TVXQ (L-R: Junsu, Yoochun, JaeJoong, Changmin, Yunho)
and Pin(L-R: Jin, Yamapi)
I'm dusting this fic off and posting it at last! I first started writing this around the time NEWS was promoting weeeek :o. It's been edited numerous times since and grew to about 12 pages on word before I gave up on it a few months ago. Finally decided to post the first part ^___^
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*mems*
LOLLL~ a manip i did a while ago when I realized "wow... they're hot." xD i already started the story but i have other things i have to write first. T_T anyhoo~ update soon, y/y? ^___^
8D and Pi totally wants Jae in that manip. And Jae is sooo oblivious *squishes*.
Oh man now I want to read some PiJae badly.
mabudachi. and. i hate pin and all, but. oh yamapi. -_- he should bond with yunho over their share of moobage or something while jaejae and ryo suck face in a corner. IDEK BEST FRIEND DOUBLE DATE OR SOMETHING. JESUS JUST KILL ME.
i love how jaejoong's pretty much just short in dbsk and his inner thoughts on how TINY ryo is. asdflkdsjlfkjs i just lol-ed all over myself. D:
they'd just make such a gorgeous couple. rofl.
and matsujun gets special mention just because. ♥
hell yes i can ship it. >:l
sorry about destroying your comment page with a half hysterical and mainly pointless comment. :') :Dv
weoiewawljskd ♥
That's how we roll!
god jaejoong. ♥
And W. T. F. is Jaejoong DOING????!!
rofl why question the logic in that man. :'D he's gorgeous the way he is.
JAERYO
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SEXY OSAKA MAN WAS COMPLETE OBSESSION BACK THEN.
RYO/KAME, I STILL LUB THAT PAIRING.
THANK YOU FOR THE FIC, THANK YOU SO MUCH.
AND THANK YOU YUXI, I NOSEBLEEDED ALL OVER THOSE PICS WHEN THEY FIRST CAME OUT.
thank god it's not just me.Ryo/Kame xD I've always wondered why people pair them. But I can see Kame crushing Ryo.
thanks for reading!
T___T Pin hate? Why. Oh never mind. I ship them because they're loltastic. It's like dumb meets dumber yah know? But...that Yunho x Pi idea is fantastic. I've always wondered if they'd compare moob-sizes or something. Gah but Yunho lost his moobs D:
xD it amuses me how jae looks tiny in DBSK but he totally towers over most other people. Especially in Japan. Jae would be a giant next to Ryo in particular.
Nah, pictures are fine. I would have posted those except I didn't want to turn the fic post into a picture post xD;
The last gif...OH JAE. It's hypnotic :x
Thank you for reading
and flailing^^:x I didn't mean to make Jae so "pure" but upon re-reading I realized I sort of went overboard describing him. Keep in mind that this is just the way that
lovestruckRyo views JaeJoong 8D.thank you for reading!
sdlfkl;sdkjg;sdfkl;d YOU ARE A GODDESS!
sfkhj;sdlkj;dsfg I am incoherent. because this is my crack OTP as well. 8D 8D 8D
Ooh, I just can't wait for more. :D
Oh. And also, I'd like to think that Yunho was the unnamed THSK member Jaejoong was having a moment with. Yannoe. Because. 8D
I love how Jaejoong is getting Ryo all rattled though. With that perfect face of his. 8D Who wouldn't be?
SO happy~ *twirls around*
D: I know I wished it was Yunho. But it really was Yoochun. Because leader-sshi is always too tense before performances to joke around. And if it was Yunho then Ryo might actually have something to be worried or feel jealous about...
Ryo never gets rattled by anyone. But Jae can look so so fierce when you don't know him so yeah...I figured if anyone could unnerve Ryo it'd be Jae ^^;
Thanks for reading!
i enjoy reading about jae and dbsk from a je boy's pov.
8D I'm almost positive jae would be able to intimidate ryo. just a tiny little bit.
thanks for reading ^^
Do you have other JaeRyo fics / know other people's fics with JaeRyo on them?
Sadly no. I don't know of any other fics with the pairing and this is my first crossfandom fic D:
drop me a line if you find any *____*
i'm having such a fab time reading something not in dbsk pov. your style is sophisticated but fun and you seem to know enough about both bands to make this comfortably realistic and very entertaining. i, for one, know a minute amount about the JE boys so this is so refreshing!
=D well there are actually three bands here because Ryo is in two so both of them got mentioned. And there are five bands if you count the Jin (KAT-TUN) and Jun (Arashi) mentions. Hee.
ahh I was experimenting with style and switching POVs and stuff here so I'm glad you liked it ^__^
thanks for reading (and leaving such a lovely comment)!
THIS IS MY FIRST FIC IN WHOLE YEAR AND I LOVE IT~!!!!
I'm not a DBSK fan but my friend is, and i thought up of the pairing A LOOOOOOONGGGG time ago. I wanted to write a fic, but had no chance to.
SO :D THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THIS *HUGS YOU*
I LOVLOVELOVEYOU!
JaeRyo &hearts! please write them if you ever get the chance! I'm dying for crossover fic seriously.
awww but DBSK can be totally as cracktastic as JE if you give them a chance.
*hugs back* thank you for reading &hearts
this was awesome.
thanks for reading ^^
I don't read stuff too much these days, but this caught my interest.
The bad boys of both groups ;D
AND Jae taking over Japan's/World's hearts is always, always apreciated ;]
Ahah, Jae's voice and adlibs make SO many people twitch <3
"the loud guffaws that seem to hold so much warmth" -squees-
Very nice. Looking forward to the next part.
Though Pi could totally give Ryo a run for his money. but Ryo's smexier and that counts for moar.His adlibs = &hearts even though he seems to be struggling a bit vocally these days. :/ he needs rest. all asian entertainers do really.
thanks!
thanks for reading =D
ryo8)Sorry for this pointless comment, I don't know what to say.. other than I LIKE IT.
i see kangteuk? or is teuk allowing someone else to molest him for a changeand you should totally give them a try because they're as cracktastic AND smexy as the JE boys are 8DD.
sooo much WIN xD
loved it ~~
you should write more JE/DBSK xD