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Wordcount: 700
Concrit? Yes
Rating: G
Summary: Yoochun becomes an SM trainee in 2003. These are his letters home.
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
I’m back safely in Seoul after the long airplane flight. It’s strange. The smells and the sounds and everyone speaking Korean. It feels like a home I knew from a long time ago, a worn blanket that I’ve outgrown. I thought after leaving Virginia, I could peel off the skin I’ve been wearing in America and come back to being me. But who’s me, the real me? The kimchi jjigae by the bus stop near the dormitory is hot, spicy and delicious, but not as great as yours, mom. I miss you guys so much. You’re in my prayers every night.
Love,
Yoochun
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
There’s a trainee here called Junsu who’s been around for years. He’s really cheerful, like a puppy dog with too much energy, the type that you can pull the tail of and not get snapped back at. His voice is like a car with brakes that only work some of the time. Sometimes the car veers away and he loses control of it. Yunho says it used to be worse, but that Junsu’s getting better. Jaejoong tells me he used to sing like an angel. My vocal coach tells me my voice is like velvet, musky and dark, and I laugh. I’m seventeen, mom. I’m seventeen years old and he’s telling me I have the voice of an old man. No sass from you, bro.
Love,
Yoochun
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
I keep your letters under my pillow on bad nights, when I can’t sleep. I share a room with a younger boy called Changmin. It’s hot in the room and I want to open the windows at night, but he’s all sticks and bones and I’m afraid he’ll catch a cold so I don’t. A hyung can’t be selfish. Yoohwan, you can’t be selfish either. Do your best for mom and for me. I really miss you guys.
Love,
Yoochun
P.s. I’m serious. I really, really miss you guys.
Dear Yoohwan,
Our group of five trainees has a code name. Can you guess what it is? I’ll give you a hint. It’s a numeral and it comes right after 4. Don’t give me that look, Yoohwan. We’re so much cooler than the Power Rangers!
It’s really funny here lately. I’m actually doing well in dance classes, but that’s because Yunho and Junsu take extra time to help me. Jaejoong’s really bad. Worse than me. He also thinks he can cook. He makes instant ramen for us. The first few times, it came out soggy and bland and barely edible, but now he’s pretty good. He’s thinking about starting to learn to cook jjigae and even bought a new pot. Doesn’t matter if the food doesn’t come out perfectly, Changmin’ll inhale it anyway. He’s like a bottomless pit and he doesn’t get any fatter. It’s like everything he eats ends up in Junsu’s butt. He’s got a big butt and it’s lovely.
Don’t tell mom that I’m making fun of my friends. I made sure I wrote another, politically correct letter for mom to read. It’s folded in this envelope. Hand it over to her and give her a hug from me.
Your Big Bro,
Yoochun
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
Jaejoong’s giving me strange looks. I usually write my letters locked up in my room when Changmin’s out, but I’m doing it here, in our living room. He’s really curious and he keeps looking away when I catch him staring. I thought it’d bother me. Remember when I used to write songs at home? I only wrote them around you guys, never at school or any of my friends. It’s something sacred, a line in the sand drawn by my soul. No trespassers.
It’s strange. I don’t mind him. I don’t mind any of the guys.
Love,
Yoochun
Dear Mrs. Park and Yoohwan,
My name is Kim Jaejoong. I’m from Gongju. I’m Yoochun’s hyung. Me and Yunho are going to take good care of him. Everyone’s working hard right now for our debut. I thought you’d like to see how we’re doing. Here’s a demo tape of our first song together.
We’re calling it “Hug.”
Respectfully Yours,
Kim Jaejoong
Author:
twhitesakuraWordcount: 700
Concrit? Yes
Rating: G
Summary: Yoochun becomes an SM trainee in 2003. These are his letters home.
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
I’m back safely in Seoul after the long airplane flight. It’s strange. The smells and the sounds and everyone speaking Korean. It feels like a home I knew from a long time ago, a worn blanket that I’ve outgrown. I thought after leaving Virginia, I could peel off the skin I’ve been wearing in America and come back to being me. But who’s me, the real me? The kimchi jjigae by the bus stop near the dormitory is hot, spicy and delicious, but not as great as yours, mom. I miss you guys so much. You’re in my prayers every night.
Love,
Yoochun
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
There’s a trainee here called Junsu who’s been around for years. He’s really cheerful, like a puppy dog with too much energy, the type that you can pull the tail of and not get snapped back at. His voice is like a car with brakes that only work some of the time. Sometimes the car veers away and he loses control of it. Yunho says it used to be worse, but that Junsu’s getting better. Jaejoong tells me he used to sing like an angel. My vocal coach tells me my voice is like velvet, musky and dark, and I laugh. I’m seventeen, mom. I’m seventeen years old and he’s telling me I have the voice of an old man. No sass from you, bro.
Love,
Yoochun
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
I keep your letters under my pillow on bad nights, when I can’t sleep. I share a room with a younger boy called Changmin. It’s hot in the room and I want to open the windows at night, but he’s all sticks and bones and I’m afraid he’ll catch a cold so I don’t. A hyung can’t be selfish. Yoohwan, you can’t be selfish either. Do your best for mom and for me. I really miss you guys.
Love,
Yoochun
P.s. I’m serious. I really, really miss you guys.
Dear Yoohwan,
Our group of five trainees has a code name. Can you guess what it is? I’ll give you a hint. It’s a numeral and it comes right after 4. Don’t give me that look, Yoohwan. We’re so much cooler than the Power Rangers!
It’s really funny here lately. I’m actually doing well in dance classes, but that’s because Yunho and Junsu take extra time to help me. Jaejoong’s really bad. Worse than me. He also thinks he can cook. He makes instant ramen for us. The first few times, it came out soggy and bland and barely edible, but now he’s pretty good. He’s thinking about starting to learn to cook jjigae and even bought a new pot. Doesn’t matter if the food doesn’t come out perfectly, Changmin’ll inhale it anyway. He’s like a bottomless pit and he doesn’t get any fatter. It’s like everything he eats ends up in Junsu’s butt. He’s got a big butt and it’s lovely.
Don’t tell mom that I’m making fun of my friends. I made sure I wrote another, politically correct letter for mom to read. It’s folded in this envelope. Hand it over to her and give her a hug from me.
Your Big Bro,
Yoochun
Dear Mom & Yoohwan,
Jaejoong’s giving me strange looks. I usually write my letters locked up in my room when Changmin’s out, but I’m doing it here, in our living room. He’s really curious and he keeps looking away when I catch him staring. I thought it’d bother me. Remember when I used to write songs at home? I only wrote them around you guys, never at school or any of my friends. It’s something sacred, a line in the sand drawn by my soul. No trespassers.
It’s strange. I don’t mind him. I don’t mind any of the guys.
Love,
Yoochun
Dear Mrs. Park and Yoohwan,
My name is Kim Jaejoong. I’m from Gongju. I’m Yoochun’s hyung. Me and Yunho are going to take good care of him. Everyone’s working hard right now for our debut. I thought you’d like to see how we’re doing. Here’s a demo tape of our first song together.
We’re calling it “Hug.”
Respectfully Yours,
Kim Jaejoong
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Date: 2011-11-18 05:03 pm (UTC)it's so sweet, this series of letters~~ full of hope~~ ^^;;;
(ps - i went to korea last week and... i saw the SM5 and SM7 model cars. haha. i was like: "ohhh, that's what they were talking about in variety shows when they said their original code name was the same as a car model name.)
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Date: 2011-11-19 08:32 pm (UTC)(Now I'm really curious. I'll have to look up what SM5 looks like. ^_~)
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