Dysfunctional
Title: Dysfunctional
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jaejoong and Yunho
Genre: Angst
Length: One-shot
Summary: They’re both too passionate--too fiery--to simply sit down and have a conversation with each other. Action is what they need.
A/N: Uh…? I don’t really know. Just opened a document and started typing away. I had this posted on Jaeho_Detox, but I forgot to post it to my journal...so here it is.
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He’s tired. Way too tired to be going through all this.
He pushes his way easily into the room, noting that the door isn’t locked. He wonders if it was left open on purpose, or if the other had simply forgotten the lock in his haste to get away.
He’s sitting on the bed, head clutched in his hands as if this will make a difference in the situation.
“Get out, Jaejoong.” His voice is watery, just managing to hold that commanding edge.
His eyes narrow slightly at the words, feeling the sting of rejection lash across his heart. He has two options. One: Say he’s sorry like all the other times that he’s said it. Two: Turn the attention away from himself. Stop the pain from hurting him. Save himself.
“You don’t have any right to be angry, Yunho.” Jaejoong responds, remark meant to goad the other male into action.
If he had just come around sooner. If they hadn’t been singers. If, if….if.
He remembers the day they confessed to each other. Fighting, as usual.
~”What the fuck is wrong with you?” Yunho’s pushing him, strong hands delivering harsh shoves to his shoulders.
“That’s what you get for flirting with Heechul!” He snaps, hands coming up to push Yunho back a few steps.
“Oh-ho, this coming from the man who couldn’t keep his hands away from the choreographer! In the dressing room, Jaejoong, really?” Yunho’s snide, voice taking on that edge that was always so degrading.
“What? Jealous that it wasn‘t you that I chose?.” He’s advancing now, pushing Yunho back as he tries to build up enough anger to let his fist fly out and punch the younger male.
Yunho’s eyes darken, his lips pressing into a thin line before he reaches and out roughly grips the other male’s forearms.
“If I wanted you, I could have you.”
“You’d have to get past that little thing called cowardice first.” He snaps, making no attempt to liberate his arms. He knows he wants this, wants the younger male to shatter and lose all of the fake-ass control.
“I’m not a coward!” Yunho growls back, slamming Jaejoong against the white wall of his bedroom.
“Oh really? So do all men who have courage hide behind a slut in order to keep their feelings hidden? Don’t give me that shit about not liking me. I can see it in you like I see the nose on your face.” They’re so close now, their noses nearly touching as they glare into each others eyes.
And then it breaks and they’re sharing a fiery kiss, hands gripping and pulling as tongues fight in a battle of dominance.~
Yunho lifts his head, tear-reddened eyes locking on Jaejoong with an empty stare. “I don’t have any right? Is it my fault again? Is it always going to be my fault?”
“What were you waiting for, Yunho? Did you expect me to keep running after you like some stupid dog?” He takes a step closer to the bed, his eyes narrowing in a glare to display his annoyance. He wants to let his anger out; wants to pummel the other man into a pulp.
“I was waiting for you to love me!” Yunho cries as he springs up from the bed. Fresh tears are trailing down his pale cheeks, combating with the look of anger in his eyes. “I was waiting for you to stop toying with me! I have feelings, despite whatever crap you think about me.”
He never doubted that the other man was passionate; never doubted that Yunho was strong and full of vigor for life. But love? He’d only sensed love from the other man during the passionate beginning of their relationship, and even that was just a shadow of what real love was.
“I’ve loved you since the day we first kissed. You know that!” He fires back at the other male, body tensing as he comes within a hairs-breadth of punching Yunho.
“That’s a pathetic lie!” Yunho stomps within a few inches of him, brow furrowing to show his anger. “If you loved me, I wouldn’t wake up in the morning to find you sleeping in Yoochun’s room. I would walk into the kitchen to see you flirting with Changmin! You would only look at me if you really loved me!” Yunho shoves him slightly, as if looking for a physical response from Jaejoong.
“I did all of that because I wanted you to feel something…anything! You always sit there and look at me as if I’m just another piece furniture or some annoyance that you just have to live with! You don’t love me!”
Before he realizes what’s going on, Yunho has jerked him forward and they’re kissing. Exchanging all of their hurt and pain through snapping teethe and battling tongues.
They need to be rough, need to erase everything and start over. They’re both too passionate--too fiery--to simply sit down and have a conversation with each other. Action is what they need.
So much of their love had dwindled nagging hate, each one believing that he was the only one still in love in the relationship. It was just one of those things that has been around for so long that neither of them can make the move to destroy it. So they sit and endure the pain and heartache until they break and they are left in the state of clinging tightly to each other, seeking to rebuild the fire and passion that had always been there.
It happens a lot with them, and it will happen again.
They’re dysfunctional. Everyone says it.
But in the end, they are Yunjae.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jaejoong and Yunho
Genre: Angst
Length: One-shot
Summary: They’re both too passionate--too fiery--to simply sit down and have a conversation with each other. Action is what they need.
A/N: Uh…? I don’t really know. Just opened a document and started typing away. I had this posted on Jaeho_Detox, but I forgot to post it to my journal...so here it is.
=-----------------------------------=
He’s tired. Way too tired to be going through all this.
He pushes his way easily into the room, noting that the door isn’t locked. He wonders if it was left open on purpose, or if the other had simply forgotten the lock in his haste to get away.
He’s sitting on the bed, head clutched in his hands as if this will make a difference in the situation.
“Get out, Jaejoong.” His voice is watery, just managing to hold that commanding edge.
His eyes narrow slightly at the words, feeling the sting of rejection lash across his heart. He has two options. One: Say he’s sorry like all the other times that he’s said it. Two: Turn the attention away from himself. Stop the pain from hurting him. Save himself.
“You don’t have any right to be angry, Yunho.” Jaejoong responds, remark meant to goad the other male into action.
If he had just come around sooner. If they hadn’t been singers. If, if….if.
He remembers the day they confessed to each other. Fighting, as usual.
~”What the fuck is wrong with you?” Yunho’s pushing him, strong hands delivering harsh shoves to his shoulders.
“That’s what you get for flirting with Heechul!” He snaps, hands coming up to push Yunho back a few steps.
“Oh-ho, this coming from the man who couldn’t keep his hands away from the choreographer! In the dressing room, Jaejoong, really?” Yunho’s snide, voice taking on that edge that was always so degrading.
“What? Jealous that it wasn‘t you that I chose?.” He’s advancing now, pushing Yunho back as he tries to build up enough anger to let his fist fly out and punch the younger male.
Yunho’s eyes darken, his lips pressing into a thin line before he reaches and out roughly grips the other male’s forearms.
“If I wanted you, I could have you.”
“You’d have to get past that little thing called cowardice first.” He snaps, making no attempt to liberate his arms. He knows he wants this, wants the younger male to shatter and lose all of the fake-ass control.
“I’m not a coward!” Yunho growls back, slamming Jaejoong against the white wall of his bedroom.
“Oh really? So do all men who have courage hide behind a slut in order to keep their feelings hidden? Don’t give me that shit about not liking me. I can see it in you like I see the nose on your face.” They’re so close now, their noses nearly touching as they glare into each others eyes.
And then it breaks and they’re sharing a fiery kiss, hands gripping and pulling as tongues fight in a battle of dominance.~
Yunho lifts his head, tear-reddened eyes locking on Jaejoong with an empty stare. “I don’t have any right? Is it my fault again? Is it always going to be my fault?”
“What were you waiting for, Yunho? Did you expect me to keep running after you like some stupid dog?” He takes a step closer to the bed, his eyes narrowing in a glare to display his annoyance. He wants to let his anger out; wants to pummel the other man into a pulp.
“I was waiting for you to love me!” Yunho cries as he springs up from the bed. Fresh tears are trailing down his pale cheeks, combating with the look of anger in his eyes. “I was waiting for you to stop toying with me! I have feelings, despite whatever crap you think about me.”
He never doubted that the other man was passionate; never doubted that Yunho was strong and full of vigor for life. But love? He’d only sensed love from the other man during the passionate beginning of their relationship, and even that was just a shadow of what real love was.
“I’ve loved you since the day we first kissed. You know that!” He fires back at the other male, body tensing as he comes within a hairs-breadth of punching Yunho.
“That’s a pathetic lie!” Yunho stomps within a few inches of him, brow furrowing to show his anger. “If you loved me, I wouldn’t wake up in the morning to find you sleeping in Yoochun’s room. I would walk into the kitchen to see you flirting with Changmin! You would only look at me if you really loved me!” Yunho shoves him slightly, as if looking for a physical response from Jaejoong.
“I did all of that because I wanted you to feel something…anything! You always sit there and look at me as if I’m just another piece furniture or some annoyance that you just have to live with! You don’t love me!”
Before he realizes what’s going on, Yunho has jerked him forward and they’re kissing. Exchanging all of their hurt and pain through snapping teethe and battling tongues.
They need to be rough, need to erase everything and start over. They’re both too passionate--too fiery--to simply sit down and have a conversation with each other. Action is what they need.
So much of their love had dwindled nagging hate, each one believing that he was the only one still in love in the relationship. It was just one of those things that has been around for so long that neither of them can make the move to destroy it. So they sit and endure the pain and heartache until they break and they are left in the state of clinging tightly to each other, seeking to rebuild the fire and passion that had always been there.
It happens a lot with them, and it will happen again.
They’re dysfunctional. Everyone says it.
But in the end, they are Yunjae.