Title: When Soulmate Looks Alike 2
Author:

hidaka_yuushi

Length: Chaptered
Pairings: Yunjae, Yoosu
Genre: Humour, Crack, Fluff
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Well, now that Yoochun cut his hair, he really looks like Jaejoong's twin. What will happen in Dong Bang household when they look to alike?

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Title: When SoulMate Looks Alike
Author :

Length: Chaptered
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Humour
Pairing : Yoosu, Yunjae
Summary : Well, now that Yoochun cut his hair, he really looks like Jaejoong's twin. What will happen in Dong Bang house when they look TOO alike?

My inspiration came from my wallpaper which is Jaejoong and Yoochun sporting their Colours hairstyle. My friends had also commented how the two of them looked like twins... and TADA... this fic was born

A/N: please please, read the lyrics of the song… the story will not really makes sense unless you understand the feeling from the song. The lyric itself was truly beautiful, and I can understand why Yoochun associated this song with Junsu’s smile. And it really described DBSK very nicely^^

Title: When Colours and Harmony Collide
Author: hidaka_yuushi

Rating: pg
length: oneshot
Pairing: YooSu
Summary: Yoochun lost his melody when his soulmate was gone. Can he replace it with a harmony of colours?

dedicated for my darling purpleinpink for her belated birthday present. This muse just came to me today and I decided to scrape off the YunJae story I originally wanted to give you and presented you beloved YooSu instead. Sorry for the grammar mistakes since I decided to write this before my muse dissapeared (in 2 and a half hours) and forgive the sappiness... that was the effect of playing the song for 20 times while I was writing this song^^

The next morning came bleakly as usual. Yoochun’s eyes fluttered slightly at the sunlight that filtered through his window and shone directly at his face. Cursing himself for forgetting to close the curtain the night before, Yoochun turned his body to see his piles of worthless songs lying pathetically on the floor again.

He huffed in irritation before deciding to, for once, get out from all of these craps in his life. He wobbled to the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, made his way to the kitchen to make a coffee for himself, donned his shirt and grabbed the door knob.

for someone’s sake
we are here
although we can only achieve small things
even just for 1 second
we still want to stop all the tears in this world
and turn them all into smiles

Junsu didn’t know what possess him to agree to go out this early in the morning, on Saturday! He was supposed to enjoy his well-deserved weekend and spent half of it preferrably dreaming away on his bed. But nooooo! His mother had asked him to drive and accompany her for her morning exercise activity in this park at freaking 8 o’clock on Saturday morning! And when she finally met her friends, she had ditched him to stand idiotically on the park by himself with nothing but his iPod and tossed him his old soccer ball (he didn’t even realise that she brought it with them). She then asked him (commanded, more accurately) to wait for her to finish her session and meaningfully eyed his soccer ball when he had calmly (or as calm as he could when he was feeling pissed off and sleepy) inquired what he was suppose to do, alone in this park, while waiting for her to finish her Tai Chi session with the other gossipy neighbourhood aunties.

“Aish umma... How could you do this to your youngest son...” he whined to himself and switched to curse his older twin. “Damn you Junho hyung, if only you are not ditching me to send your girlfriend to Gwangju today, I would still peacefully making love with my pillow and bolster... Who in the world still want to go Gwangju for a weekend trip anyway! There is nothing there but.. well, old people!” He continued to grumble while kicking his ball forcefully to the wall-fence and gaped in horror when he witnessed the ball flew higher than he had expected... to the crowd consisted of old men and women.

He chased after the ball like his life depended on it. Well, technically, the lives of those old men and women depended on it, since if the ball managed to hit one of them... Junsu didn’t even tdare to imagine the consequences. He didn’t want to be someone who sent these people waaay to early to the heaven’s gate.

“Please don’t let it hit aunt Choi, uncle Han, uncle Lee, aunt...” He started to cite the name of the people (who were currently dancing gracefully according to the teacher’s instruction) whom he knew his mother would especially desecrated him for if the ball ever hit them.

And his thought stopped there.

Not voluntarily mind you, but his head went blank went someone just thrown his whole body weight onto his figure, sending them toppled over to the floor and rolled around a few times before stopping and made Yoochun realised that his whole blood circulation was abruptly cut off by the weight of something huge on top of him.

Someone who smelt like sun, grass, dirt, sweat...

He stared blankly when the body quickly removed himself from on top of his body and bowed down several times, apologizing profusely.

...fresh air, chocolate milk and peanut butter...

And felt a smile crept up to his face when he took the appearance of his bulldozer.

Green shirt, red shorts, dark blue shoes, yellow hand band...

... maybe it was his first time to see so many colours on one person...

keep loving, and keep walking
we’ve been believing that we will be able to
convey these overflowing feelings
even before we were born
we knew that we would meet
and that we would be searching for out dreams together

Junsu felt that his face could not turn any redder when he realised that he just knocked someone down (thankfully not out cold), and caused him to roll on the grass , dirtying the other man (seemed) expensive shirt and on top of that rendered him mute.

When his repeated bows didn’t elicit any response from the battered man, Junsu hesitantly raised his head (he was originally planning to run away without exposing his face. Who knew if this rich guy decided to sue him for... dirtying his shirt?) to see the other man smiled amusedly at him.

“Uhm... Juh gi yo?” He waved his hand in front of the other man who just kept staring at him with a small smile on his face. “Did you knock your head or something?” He was afraid the man might be losing his sanity after the rough tumble with him.

The slightly taller man (only slightly! Junsu emphasised in his head) didn’t erase his smile but instead move on to chuckle... and the sight somehow warmed Junsu’s heart.

Those words just sent Yoochun to let out an even bigger laughter. The man who was currently dragging him while muttering at himself was really amusing... but at last he managed to control his laughter and tugged slightly at the shorter man.

‘aah... it felt good to be able to laugh again...’ He smiled softly to himself and widened the curve of his mouth as he stared at the incredulous expression plastered on the younger man’s face.

Dark brown hair, cherry-red cheeks, pink lips, tanned skin, black eyes...

Colours

Yoochun never see someone as colourful as him until now.

“Thank you,” he repeated again. “For making me able to smile again...”

And somehow the smallest thing that happened today was the one that allowed the light to finally touched his broken heart.

with the sparkling sound
time will move forward
you’ll forget all the sorrow
melody and harmony
you are always by my side
giving me courage and hope
thank you
thank you forever
these glittering feelings
are your gifts
you taught me how to support each other
to watch over each other
and that i’m not lonely

“Yoochun-ah!”

Junsu felt the other man froze up when he heard his name being called. He turned to see there were another two men behind them, one who was calling Yoochun.

“J, Jaejoong-ah...” Yoochun stuttered.

Junsu’s ears perked up at the name... it was the name that he often heard Yoochun muttered when he slept over at the other man’s place. The name that always managed to put a wistful but bitter smile on the composer’s face every time they were looking through Yoochun’s songs collection and saw the name as the co-composer...

The name of a man who had broken Yoochun’s heart and sent him to the park on that fateful day... to meet Junsu.

And he had vowed to be the one to bring smiles to Yoochun’s face since then.

The youngest man observed the graceful motion of Jaejoong’s figure, the redness of his lips as he talked to Yoochun, the long fair fingers as he grabbed Yoochun’s arm softly...

The pain in Yoochun’s eyes... that was coupled with longing. The trembles of his hands... which was coupled with a desire to hug back. The quiver in his voice as it was tinted with desperation... as well as desire...

Yoochun felt his heart stopped as the familiar voice called out his name. He turned slightly to see the man that haunted his dreams... still haunting... stood behind him.

“J,Jaejoong-ah...”

His waist was as tiny as he remembered, his hands was as soft as he remembered, his voice was as lovely as he remembered, his touches were as gentle as he remembered...

And Yunho was still there... the same as what he always remembered.

He felt himself trembled slightly, a step away to tumble back to the loneliness, the emptiness that he had felt a month ago.

His hand touched Junsu’s slightly smaller hand beside him.

And in an instant Junsu’s colour, Junsu’s smell, Junsu’s voice...laughter...singing... exploded in his mind.

He grabbed the younger man’s hand tightly in his left hand before he smiled at the soulmate- the melody in his life.

“Jaejoong-ah, Yunho-sshi,” The warmth from Junsu’s hand soothed him. “Long time no see... How are you?”

the love that was piled up
is riding on the melody
i want to continue conveying that love
forever and ever

starting from here

keep loving, and keep walking
we’ve been believing that we will be able to
convey these overflowing feelings

thank you
thank you forever
these glittering feelings
are your gifts
the love that was plied up
is riding on the melody
i want to continue conveying that love
forever and ever

He was startled when he felt a large hand enveloped his in a tight grasp. He could feel the man still tremble slightly but a smile quickly appeared on his face as he felt Junsu entangled his fingers to his.

Thank you

He could feel it from the tightening hold on his hand and he knew those same fingers were currently piecing his shattered heart back together.

And that night, as they were locked in a tight embrace, as he lied his head on Yoochun’s comforting chest and Yoochun buried his face on Junsu’s hair, Junsu could feel his heart thumped in sync with Yoochun’s...

“You know... my life used to be filled with nothingness when I discovered that my melody had disappeared, after all, a harmony could not exist without a melody...” A wistful sigh from the older man made Junsu wished that he was the one cuddling Yoochun instead the other way around.

Yoochun planted a kiss on top of Junsu’s head and inhaled the smell that was so... Junsu. No sweat, dirt, grass and sun’s smell this time. But the sweetness of the chocolate, the freshness of milk, the freshness of the morning air (despite the fact that it was a night time), those smells that made up Junsu was still there... enticing him to just stay there forever.

“But then I realised that colours can make a good harmony too... a mixture of colours, red and green (he let out a chuckle as he remembered how he saw Junsu wearing those two clashing colours the first time they met), brown and pink (he trailed his fingers down from Junsu’s hair to Junsu’s pouting lips), black and red (he shifted the other man up to plant kisses on his cheeks and eyelids)... and as I figure that out, the melody just came to me...”

His hands trailed down again to played with Junsu’s waistband and caressing the skin of the younger man’s waist.

“And I can’t thank you enough for bringing those colours to my world,” he whispered. “the unique color of you, the colour of your voice that anchored me from going back to the past, the colour of your warmth when you held my hand as you stayed by my side and giving me courage and hope...”

He stopped as he felt his lover squirming beneath him and he looked down to see the twin pool of dark eyes stared back at him.

“You’re not the only one saved, you know,” Yoochun wondered how his lover’s voice could be so versatile. Warm when they were whispering sweet nothings to one another, husky and deep when they were entangled in their passion, angelic when he was singing his heart out, and commanding but soothing when he wanted to make his point across, like now.

“Y, you also brought harmony to my life,” He chuckled as he saw Junsu stumbled upon what he wanted to say. “You know how my life was a mess before you came... (‘yeah... clashing fashion, messy car, even messier room, no wonder ahjumma was down on her knees thanking me when I finally managed to ‘tidy’ everything up... including your hairstyle,’ he kept his comment to himself though, he didn’t want to be smacked again today) and, and... you brought the melody in me too...” Both of them threw a smile at each other, relieving the memory of the first time Yoochun encouraged Junsu to start singing...toh his song.

“That just mean that we’re perfect for each other,” he flicked Junsu’s nose, ignoring the “uuugh... you’re always so sappy!!” from Junsu.

“So what do you think?” Yoochun asked the older man with an apprehension in his expression.

His manager in turn smiled brightly at him. “It was perfect! I know that the vacation will do you some good!” He answered excitedly.

The composer just laughed at the older man’s excitement while silently thanking him for forcing the vacation on him... if not, maybe his life would not be so colourful today.

“So, what the title of the song again? I love it! It was simple, meaningful and beautiful!” he gushed again.

Yoochun pondered for a moment, grabbed a pen and took his score from his manager, scribbled a few words on top and signed it with a flourish.

“There! My perfection!”

As the manager looked at the words written in Yoochun’s neat handwriting, he couldn’t help but to agree with the composer.

Colours~ melody & harmony

For: The colours of my life. Because of our harmony that we managed to create the melody.

END

/N : Hi peeps! I told you all that I had 4 plots in my head, but in the end I wrote a completely different story. Hahaha. I was riding on a bus when the lyrics just hit me, Oh this piece was also inspired bychevyportia 's newest fic 'colors' that she posted in yoosu_yongwonhi.. like yesterday? or today. it was super nice! go and read it! hehe.

Yupps, so my reccess week just started. hopefully I will have enough will and muses to write somemoe this week while studying for my midterm. hehe. so please leave me comments f0r this fic also! Love you All!

Title: Second to None
Pairing: Yoosu, slight Yunjae
Genre: Angst
Author:hidaka_yuushi
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine... unfortunately...
Summary: How do you feel when you finally realised the bitter truth... that you were never be the first in his heart?

And Junsu soft answer of “The spot is always yours anyway...” sent Yoochun’s heart soaring up high to the sky.

END

A/N: It's finally the end... hahaha but there will be a... sequel? coming up soon... it will be a one-shot aftermath story. Much like my tea-for-two to my Should I Still Stand by You story. hehehe

So yeah, it had been tough to finish this story since I practically had no time and had to face this super huge writer's block along the way. But thanks to all of you who commented, I feel revived and have the willingness to try and try again^^ hehee

I have another 4 (before it was 3^^) plot in my head now. one is yunjae, one is yoosu and one is yunjae-yoosu. I'll try to write it out, and I'm trying to make the yunjae one finish first coz I owe my yunjae friends too^^ hehehe... but I'll try to start writing the rest as soon as possible^^

Lastly, I finished this while dozing to sleep since I haven't been sleeping properly for the past 5 days... so please forgive any typo and grammar mistakes present^^

SO so so so so... please comments for this last chapter! Doumo Arigatou Gozaimasu!

 

Title: Second to None
Pairing: Yoosu, slight Yunjae
Genre: Angst
Author:hidaka_yuushi
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine... unfortunately...
Summary: How do you feel when you finally realised the bitter truth... that you were never be the first in his heart?

“Take care of Junsu-yah, will you? He’s more fragile and insecure than I am...”.

A/N: This is the chapter that I promised! mwahahah... Sorry for the short 2 chapters... the next one will be much much longer and hopefully the end^^

Thank you for those who already commented on the previous short chapter. Love you guys!! And hopefully you enjoy this chapter too (although there's no Junsu inside ^^) haha

Comments are loved as usual! MUACKZ!

Title: Second to None
Pairing: Yoosu, slight Yunjae
Genre: Angst
Author:hidaka_yuushi
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine... unfortunately...
Summary: How do you feel when you finally realised the bitter truth... that you were never be the first in his heart?
 

A/N:

I'm juggling this with writing my stupid marketing project about NINTENDO marketing strategies... sigh. hopefully this chapter have enough feelings since my real feeling is a bit numbed with all the economics vocabularies and numbers and charts that I had been reading through for this past few days. haha.

And thank you so much for all those who commented on the previous chapter! My mood was instantly up everytime I read your comments> *throw cookies to all of you!!*

and please please, LEAVE ME COMMENTS on this chapter too... save me from drowning in economics terms and my research paper. mwahahaha.

All my love!!

ps: I just realised that this chapter is really really short. So I'll try my best to finish the next chapter by tonight and post it my tomorrow morning... whaddaya think? hehe

Title: Second to None
Pairing: Yoosu, slight Yunjae
Genre: Angst
Author:hidaka_yuushi 
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine... unfortunately...
Summary: How do you feel when you finally realised the bitter truth... that you were never be the first in his heart?

A/N
aah,,, it's kind of hard to write the continuation of this story. The main plot is already inside my head, but when I wrote them out it just didn't come out as satisfactorily as I would like it to be T_T

anyway... thanks for those who had commented before. and Since I didn't use any beta and english is not my first language, please pardon me for my sucky grammar^^

AND  AS USUAL... COMMENTS ARE LOVED^^!!!!

Title: Second to None
Pairing: Yoosu, slight Yunjae
Genre: Angst
Author:hidaka_yuushi 
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Not mine... unfortunately...
Summary: How do you feel when you finally realised the bitter truth... that you were never be the first in his heart?

A/N: this piece is dedicated as a late birthday present for the very productive author micah88 . Hope you like it!!!! and Happy super belated birthday babe!

Title: One Night in Beijing (YOOSUTIC edition)
Length: Chaptered
Author: hidaka_yuushi

A/N : I'm sorry for my 'Minnie in the Middle of Things' readers. I'm currently under a writer's block for the promised JaeSu chapter. I'll write it as soon as I got the inspiration okay?

Btw, most of the things written here (those which are on stage, are real^^ I just tried to make connection on what actually happen on stage and what could happen offstage^^)

oh comments are absolutely LOVED^^

Title: One Night in Beijing (Checkmate edition)
Length: Chaptered
Author: hidaka_yuushi

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A/N : I'm sorry for my 'Minnie in the Middle of Things' readers. I'm currently under a writer's block for the promised JaeSu chapter. I'll write it as soon as I got the inspiration okay?

Btw, most of the things written here (those which are on stage, are real^^ I just tried to make connection on what actually happen on stage and what could happen offstage^^)

Oh and COMMENTS are LOVED^^