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25 February 2009 @ 06:22 pm
Deep Chapter One  
Title: Deep (1/?)
Authors: omen1x2and sakura121
Rating: PG - NC-17
Pairing: JaeChun
Disclaimer: Like all fanfic writers, I twist reality to please me.
Summary: Centuries in the future, humanity hasn’t moved onto the stars as previously theorized. As the earth changes, everything is covered by ocean, and underwater cities become the means of survival.

Chapter One
Written by Omen-chan and Sakura-chan

Loud screams of “Attack!” and “Fiends!” echo off the dirty white walls, before they’re swallowed by the sound of gushing water, until all that’s left is whimpers for help and children crying for their parents. An old man and a young boy push what people they can find into a lone lift, the only one not cut off from the higher levels.

The boy turns, heartbreaking whimpers of “Mama, mama” reaching his ears, and sees a head of hair right before it’s gone.

He doesn’t think as he jumps in after it.

A sixteen year old boy rests his hand against the plexi-glass wall, eyes fixed on some unknown, unseen distance in the water as he daydreams. He hums softly to himself, a soft, gentle lullaby echoing in the submerged tube connecting the music hall and the main building of his school.

The boy is dressed all in black, refusing to conform to the school uniform. His shaggy, dark hair brushes his neck and shoulders, tight, form-fitting clothes covering almost every inch of skin from his neck to his feet, with simple black gloves covering his hands, but leaving his fingertips bare.

His gaze focuses for a moment on a dark, crimson ship, definitely not military issue. A trader, then, he assumes, or a Hunter. He watches it until it’s nothing more than a dark smear in the distance and then he forgets all about it as he rests his forehead against the glass and resumes his daydreaming.

Yoochun walks briskly through the halls, doing his best to avoid anyone’s sight or questions. He’s already late, and the lunch hour is almost over when he finally reaches the hallway to the music building. He slows down as his eyes rove over the tube’s lone occupant, taking in the dark clothes, dark hair, dark eyes, offset by the pale skin.


His footsteps echo in the hallway as he approaches, he peels off his glove and places his hand over the one resting against the plexi-glass wall.

The other boy jumps, shoulders tensing as his head turns sharply towards the person interrupting his reverie. His posture relaxes, although his expression had never shown the slightest hint of tension or surprise, and leans into Yoochun's side, his hand still resting on the glass underneath the younger boy’s.

Yoochun turns to look out into the oceanic hues as well, and whispers, “Jaejoongie?”

Jaejoong pulls his hand away and carefully takes off one of his gloves, then places it over Yoochun’s, letting his fingers play with the back of his hand, skin against skin. He smiles contentedly, catlike, and murmurs, “Hmm?”

Yoochun smiles back at the other boy, but his eyes glance around the empty hallway warily. “Do you ever have nightmares, Jaejoongie?”

Dark eyes shutter as his expression turns closed and withdrawn. “Yes.” He takes his hand away from Yoochun’s and turns his back to the wall, sliding down it slowly until he’s sitting on the floor, legs sprawled in front of him. “How was class?”

Yoochun looks up towards the ceiling, dark eyes glittering through his bangs as he sees a school of fish swim past. “It was all right, but…” A blush slowly spreads across his pale cheeks.

Jaejoong fiddles with his black glove, before pulling it roughly back onto his hand. “But what?”

Sliding down to join his friend, Yoochun whispers, “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Dark eyes fall over Yoochun, lips quirked in something that falls between a smile and a smirk. “That’s only fair,” his tone is teasing. “I’m always thinking about you.”

Short, dark hair rests against Jaejoong’s shoulder and a hand moves to hold his again. “Do you want to come by my house tonight?” Bare fingers tuck themselves between the cloth of the glove and skin, resting on the underside of Jaejoong's bare arm, and caresses soft skin. “My parents are going to an important banquet and won’t be back until really late.”

A gloved hand moves up to pet dark hair. “What time?”

Jaejoong rests his head against his desk, doing his best not to upset the touchscreen data terminal. The noisy chattering of the girls around him are giving him a headache, and he thinks wistfully of silent tunnels and blue water and schools of fish. A hand in his. Peace.

He doesn’t look up when the desk next to his is taken, and feels his headache worsen.

“Where were you at lunch, Jaejoong? I was worried that you hadn’t gotten anything to eat.”

He tries to ignore her, recognizing the taunting tone underneath the kind words and not wanting to rise to the bait.

“I suppose you were off with your precious degenerate again.” An exaggerated sigh. “Don’t you know what those rumors do to my reputation?”

A soft mumble into his desk. “Do I look like I care?”

Eun-Mi gives a complacent smile, but pretends to be hurt. “How unfair. I’m your fiancé, you should care.”

Jaejoong doesn’t reply, knowing that anything he says will continue this wretched conversation, repeated almost every day.

“Perhaps I should tell my father that you refuse to spend any time with me, and choose to hang on that low professor’s son day in and day out.”

Jaejoong hears the classroom door open, and finally moves to sit up. The teachers hate him enough as it is, no need to make it worse for himself. He hisses at Eun-Mi out of the corner of his mouth, “You haven’t done it yet, so I doubt you will now.”

Eun-Mi flips long, black hair over her shoulder and presses a finger to her desk’s data terminal screen, turning it on. “Maybe I’m just good-hearted.”

“Maybe your mercenary little soul realizes that the marriage contract would be nullified, and you wouldn’t get to marry a wealthy senator’s son.” Jaejoong pauses and looks down towards the lecture hall floor. He blanches as he notices the dark glare the teacher gives him, and sighs, realizing that it would be another long afternoon of punishments.

Eun-Mi smiles victoriously. She had, at least, won this round. One day, her potential husband would realize that winning by proxy and high connections would be much more powerful than hanging on to some nobody.

Changmin rushes to Yunho’s side, hands immediately moving to cover the blood on his arm. Yunho ignores him, shouting angry orders at Junsu as his precious ship is hit again, making the floor shake. He grabs Changmin’s shoulder and shoves him down. “All hands hit the deck!”

Junsu curses loudly as he hits his head against the engine panel, doing his best to repair it so they can try to escape.

“I still think the professor’s argument was specious. The architecture of the cities is not the greatest ever conceived, and the idea of having each level divided into its own inner city proves it. All it does is accentuate the different classes.”

The other boys all laugh, except for Yoochun. He gives the small girl an encouraging smile, which she doesn’t notice. She lifts her chin up severely, uncaring of her small stature, and continues, “I suppose the lot of you all agree with him!”

“Of course we do. Why should we want to commingle with the scum of the slums?”

The girl snorts, unladylike. “Right. They might touch you and dirty your pretty clothes.”

Yoochun interrupts. “I agree with Hualin. There’s no good reason for this separation of the classes.”

The girl beams at him as the boys all hoot with laughter. “Of course you do, Park! You’re one of the lower classes yourself!”

Yoochun rolls his eyes, but Hualin swells with anger. “According to the laws of rank in this stupid city, the level where you live decides your class! Just because Yoochun was born in Delta Level doesn’t mean that he isn’t as good as the rest of you! Isn’t better!”

The boys all laugh and elbow each other, insinuating winks aimed at Yoochun, which he tries to ignore. He moves back to the debate, wanting to derail the current thought. “What about the loss of Omega Level?”

“What was that, like, ten years ago? Who cares? Full of the scum of the lowest level. Nobody misses them.”

Yoochun’s eyes glitter darkly as his fist clenches. Hualin places a gentle hand on his arm and pulls him away from the group, muttering conciliatorily. Once far enough away, she says, “You shouldn’t take them personally. They’re just as ignorant and brainwashed as the rest of the high levelers.”

“Not all of them.” He waves as a familiar head of shaggy dark hair appears in the crowd. Hualin bites her lip, eyes suddenly withdrawn and sad, as she breaks away from him and disappears into an empty classroom.

Yoochun doesn’t notice.

Jaejoong quietly slips inside Yoochun’s dark room. His hand hits the data pad and the door slides shut behind him. His eyes try to adjust to the dark as he whispers Yoochun’s name.

“I’m here, Jaejoong.” Yoochun hits the terminal set into the wall next to his bed, activating the preset options he’d prepared earlier.

The walls begin to glow with a beautiful, starry light, illuminating his one plexi-glass wall and bathing the room and its occupants with a mix of watery, translucent blue and fake starlight.

Jaejoong watches the play of color and glittering starlight, his mouth hanging open. His eyes shine as he moves towards Yoochun and sits down on the bed, letting his hands run over the soft sheets. “You are the biggest hopeless romantic I know,” he whispers, teasing smirk playing on his lips despite the seriousness in his eyes.

Yoochun smiles as he sits down next to him, entangling their fingers together. “I thought you’d like it.”

Jaejoong peels off his gloves and sets them on Yoochun’s bedside table. He lifts fingers to gently brush Yoochun’s bangs out of his eyes.

Junsu groans as Changmin wraps a bandage around a fierce cut on his temple. He shares a grin with Yunho as the young medic continues to rant at them both.

“Going out and trying to get killed every damn day- We should be avoiding these damn things, not seeking them out for some stupid reward money- Damn glory-seekers… I should find another job…”

Yunho lounges against the other med rack, fingering the stitches in his arm. “Hey. At least we won.”

Junsu laughs as Changmin smacks Yunho’s injured arm, fixing his anger solely on their captain.

~to be continued…~

Next Chapter...
miramiramaru on February 26th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
Interesting idea. :)
Omen-chan: Kirito - Rainbow Prideomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 01:15 am (UTC)
thyluvlyname212thyluvlyname212 on April 21st, 2009 02:29 am (UTC)
i totally concur. mine's in the future too but underwater sounds so cool...~!!!!!!!!!! 8D
Omen-chan: TVXQ Loveomen1x2 on April 21st, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
If you're interested where it came from, I told someone in the comments of Chapter Six. ^____^
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Omen-chan: JaeChun Loveomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 01:19 am (UTC)
Oh, wow, thank you! I should have the next chapter up within the next couple of days. ♥
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Omen-chan: JaeChunomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)
*purrs* Ah, yes. Because it is. I love those soulmates. ♥
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Omen-chan: Taemin Jailbaitomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
*bounces* Yessssss! Always. I can never get enough of them. ♥
费琳芮⇔アリス: Yoochun ★ Aren't I cute~~onewsouffle on February 26th, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
This is so interesting! :D Extra points for original storyline too. ;P
Can't wait 'til you post the next chapter! ^__^
Omen-chan: kannivalism's Keiomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
Ah, thank you! *bounces* I put a lot of time and effort into this universe, so that means a lot to me. ^o^
DANI.quiet_days on February 26th, 2009 03:42 am (UTC)
this was really good! update soon please!
Omen-chan: kannivalismomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 03:43 am (UTC)
Ah, thank you! I plan on it! ^o^
avieyalavieyal on February 26th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
Nice work on the scene jumps! and love how you don't over play the whole "this is the future" thing. I'm going to be following this one ^^

Omen-chan: Shouomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 04:16 am (UTC)
Thank you! I appreciate it! ^_____^
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Omen-chan: Jaejoong Smileomen1x2 on February 26th, 2009 05:56 pm (UTC)
That's the whole reason why I included my best friend in the writing of it. She's gonna kick my ass into gear whenever I start being lazy. XD
.xsuju_addictx on December 14th, 2010 09:55 am (UTC)
*goes to next chap*