[JaeHo] Far/Close
Title: Far/Close
Pairing(s): JaeHo
Length: One-shot
Word count: 2600~ (I don't do it on purpose, I swear ;-;)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/ shameless Fluff
Notes: *momentarily delurking from LJ hiatus to post fic*
I wrote most of this ages ago, but never got around to actually finish it till now. Dedicated to Guu for making me want to write :)♥♥♥♥♥
The fic is set when Yunho hurt his back just before the Seoul Encore Concert in October 2007.
Hi~ =D We’re almost home! Dance practice was fine. Are you ok? ^o^
Yunho’s cellphone flashes once, twice, vibrating insistently on the bedside table until he picks it up and reads the short message. He knows he should reply, if he doesn’t want to get a flow of increasingly frantic messages; instead he flips it close, tossing it on top of a heap of dirty clothes to muffle the vibrations, and turns the other way, away from that annoying flashing. He really isn't in the mood to answer Jaejoong’s question, right now.
---
He must have dozed off for a while, because the next thing he feels is the gentle dip of the bed and a cool hand on his cheek; he opens his eyes slowly, swallowing the stale, unpleasant taste in his mouth and trying to ignore the dizziness and the way his stomach churns in protest.
“Hey,” he greets, voice raw and hoarse, and he hopes Jaejoong won’t ask anything about it.
“Hey yourself,” Jaejoong replies softly, bending down to brush his lips against Yunho’s, “were you asleep? I tried to call you but you never picked up.”
“Yeah,” Yunho lies, feeling a pang of guilt when he sees the concern clearly written on Jaejoong’s face; he tries to sit up, and the sudden, searing pain that courses through his lower back tears a pained cry from his lips. Jaejoong’s hand are around him in a flash, holding him to prevent him from falling down on the bed again, and Yunho feels bitter tears of pain and humiliation sting his eyes, fights hard to keep them down.
“Yunho, what's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?”
Jaejoong's voice is anxious, but Yunho is sure there's a hint of pity in his tone, and hates it. He pushes Jaejoong's hands away, a little too harshly than he should have.
“I'm fine,” he spits out through clenched teeth, “just a little pain. I'm fine.”
Jaejoong doesn't seem to notice; his fingers curl around Yunho's forearm to squeeze gently, his eyes searching Yunho's face with worry.
“Are you sure? I can fetch you some painkillers, or do you want to eat something, first? We were thinking of ordering take away, but if there's something you want me to cook I can- ”
Yunho feels his already thin patience crumble and jerks his arm away from Jaejoong's touch with an exasperated grunt.
“I told you I'm fine, Jaejoong,” he growls angrily, “I'm not some damn cripple, stop with all this mothering already.”
Jaejoong's eyes widen in surprise and hurt before narrowing dangerously, his whole body going stiff with anger. Yunho likes anger much better, because it doesn't make him feel as guilty and useless as Jaejoong's loving, suffocating concern does. He pushes himself up, biting his lips not to groan in pain, forcing himself to stand up straight even if his injured back screams in protest and he has to lean against the wall not to lose his balance. Jaejoong's hands dart out to help him automatically, but stop before reaching him.
“See?” Yunho says, proud and defiant, “I'm fine.”
“Okay then,” the blond singer answers coldly, “do what the fuck you want. But if you need help, later, don't try and come to me.”
The door slams shut behind him, drowning Yunho's muttered I won't.
It's only when he's sure Jaejoong won't come back that Yunho lets himself fall down on the bed again, breathing heavily and trying to stop the shaking of his body. He feels disgustingly weak, but he swears to himself he won't let anyone - won't let Jaejoong - see him like this.
~~~~~~~
He ignores the soft knocking on his door until it gets louder and louder and it becomes apparent that it won't stop unless he answers.
“What?” he yells, and thankfully the annoying sound stops.
“Dinner's ready,” Junsu's voice answers from the other side, almost timidly.
“I'm not hungry.”
There is a pause, as if Junsu wanted to say something but didn't know how, and then the sound of metal hitting the floor quietly.
“I'm leaving the tray out here. I think Jaejoong hyung mumbled something about you being a hopeless idiot who needs to try and eat something, but I might have heard things wrong. It doesn't sound like bad advice, though.”
Yunho waits for Junsu's steps to disappear down the hall before getting up gingerly and going to get the tray; there are some of his favourite dishes, and painkillers. On top of everything sits the painkillers leaflet, with 'danger of gastrointestinal irritation in case of assumption on an empty stomach' highlighted twice in bright yellow.
He sighs, feeling defeated and even guiltier.
~~~~~~~
“Jaejoong? Can't you sleep?” Yoochun's hushed voice cuts through the darkness of their bedroom, distracting Jaejoong from his contemplation of the glowing numbers on the alarm clock. 2.53, they blink in their mocking green light, uncaring of worry and tiredness.
“I'm sorry, Yoochunnie. Did I wake you up?”
Yoochun's chuckle reverberates low in the room. “All your tossing and turning has been keeping me awake all night, actually.”
“I'm sorry,” Jaejoong whispers sheepishly, “It's just...”
“Did you fight with him? Are you angry?”
Jaejoong sighs, not sure of the answer himself. “We did. And no, I'm not angry with him. I was before, but I can't stay mad at him for too long because of something like that. I know how it feels.”
“You were grumpy and insufferable too when you broke your knee,” Yoochun giggles with amusement.
“Shut up, I know I was,” Jaejoong says, “but he's far worse than me. When I was hurt, he fussed around me non-stop - he even carried me, Yoochun! Do you know how embarrassing that was? And now I just try to help him stand and he lashes out as if I'd wounded his pride irreparably. He’s an idiot,” he concludes with conviction, earning another chuckle from Yoochun.
“Probably it's what you did, at least in his eyes. You know how he takes his position seriously. He doesn't like to show his weak side and he's terrified of not living up to people's expectations.”
Jaejoong sighs.
“I know. But you'd think he'd learnt he can be himself around us already. Around me. And I can't stand to see him suffer in silence like that, without being able to help.”
He digs his fingers into the soft pillow, squeezing it angrily. “I just can't”.
Yoochun reaches out across the space between their beds to place a comforting hand over Jaejoong's clenched one.
“It's him you should tell this, Jaejoong. Tell him how you feel.”
Jaejoong can't see Yoochun's gentle smile in the dark, but somehow he can feel it, and it eases the knot around his heart a little.
“I'll try to,” he whispers, twining his fingers with Yoochun's gratefully before letting go. “Thank you.”
~~~~~~~
Another day, another useless day spent lying in bed or wandering around the house aimlessly in the vain attempt to find something to keep himself occupied with, and Yunho is sure he's slowly going insane. It's been a week since the accident and the pain has subsided a little, but not enough to allow him to practice with the others.
“Yunho?” a voice calls softly, and he looks up from their monthly schedule to see Jaejoong standing in the doorframe with a brown bag in his hands and an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hi,” he offers with a thin smile, “How was today? And where are the others?”
“They went out to eat with manager hyung and some of the staff,” Jaejoong replies, setting the paper bag down on the table and moving around the kitchen with ease to retrieve bowls and cutlery. Moist heat seeps out of it, heavy with the unmistakable smell of bulgogi, and it makes his empty stomach growl loudly. He looks up to see Jaejoong hide a grin behind his hand, but thankfully the other just sits down beside him without commenting.
The silence between them is uncomfortable, punctuated only by Jaejoong’s casual remarks about the day’s activities and by Yunho’s short replies. They haven’t spoken much to each other since their argument, and Yunho can feel the underlying tension, an unspoken uneasiness that hangs heavy between them.
He eats his bulgogi mechanically, too preoccupied with finishing it fast to really appreciate the rich taste, and yet it seems like an eternity before he can push his empty bowl away and stand up.
“I’m going to my room,” he says quietly, without looking at Jaejoong in the eye, “thank you for the dinner.”
“Yunho, wait.” Jaejoong’s voice reaches him when he's already past the kitchen door, but something in his tone makes him stop and turn to look at the blond singer.
“Can we talk?” Jaejoong says. His voice softens, takes on a pleading, hesitant edge.
“About what?” he replies coldly, only to regret it a second later when Jaejoong’s eyes fill with hurt and confusion. Again and again he keeps hurting him, and yet he can’t stop himself.
“About… this.” Jaejoong makes a helpless gesture with his hand from himself to Yunho. “About how you keep avoiding me and refusing my help and suffering by yourself.”
“I already told you I’m fine!” Yunho snarls, slamming his fist against the wooden doorframe. “I can deal with this by myself. I don’t need anybody's help, especially not yours!”
Jaejoong flinches at the last words, and Yunho wishes the floor would split open and swallow him whole.
“I'm sorry” he whispers in a tiny voice, eyes downcast and ashamed, and he flees to the safety of his bedroom before Jaejoong can recover enough to stop him.
---
Yunho rests his forehead against the closed door, feeling the urge to slam it against the hard wood repeatedly in frustration. Useless. Like him.
“Yunho.” Jaejoong's voice is calm and collected, and filters through the door as if the other man were talking directly into his ear. “If you don't open this door within three seconds I'm going to kick it open. I mean it.”
And that does it. Because he knows Jaejoong is perfectly able to do what he promised, and the mental image is so disturbingly funny that he drops to his knees and starts laughing loudly, and he's still laughing when Jaejoong runs into the room and kneels down beside him on the floor, holding his shaking shoulders as he laughs and laughs and laughs. He's still holding him when the laughter turns broken and hysterical and he starts sobbing into Jaejoong's neck like an injured animal.
Jaejoong holds him close, gentle hands smoothing down his back and tender, soothing words in his ear, until his sobs die down into broken hiccups and then silence.
“Shh, it's okay,” the blond singer whispers, shifting around so he can place Yunho's head on his lap.
Yunho closes his eyes when he feels loving fingers card through his hair, hides a trembling sigh against Jaejoong's clothed thigh. He hasn't felt this way since he was little and his mother comforted him when he was sick, but right now he doesn't care.
“It will be over soon, Yunho.”
Jaejoong follows the line of his jaw with a finger before cupping his cheek tenderly.
“Just a few weeks, the doctor said, and then you can go back to dancing. But if you keep pushing yourself over the limit you're just going to make it worse.”
Yunho leans into the touch, seeking the gentle warmth of Jaejoong's hands.
“I feel so... useless. Weak. I'm the leader and yet I'm just being a burden to the group.”
Jaejoong chuckles, tapping his knuckles against Yunho's forehead in soft reprimand.
“I've been unable to dance for half a year myself! At least you won't have to limp around like a clumsy idiot for months... do you know how helpless I felt, back then? And neither you nor the others ever blamed me for that. This is the same.”
“But I-” Yunho starts, but warm fingers press against his mouth to silence him.
“Just don't push me away, Yunho,” Jaejoong pleads, and Yunho feels his voice waver a little.
“... it hurts. A lot.”
Yunho presses an apologetic kiss on the tip of Jaejoong's fingers. “I'm sorry, Jaejoongie.”
Jaejoong takes Yunho's face in his hands and turns it towards him. “I will never stop needing you, Yunho,” he says, eyes dark and serious. “Never. So stop saying you’re useless, and let me help you.”
Yunho nods mutely. He has no words to tell Jaejoong how he feels, so he pulls him down and kisses him, slowly and tenderly, pouring unspoken emotions into the kiss.
“Thank you” he mumbles against his lips, feeling Jaejoong's smile on his own.
---
“Hey, Yunho?” Jaejoong says after a while, shifting restlessly under him. “I can't feel my legs anymore.”
Yunho leaves the warm nest of Jaejoong's lap with a reluctant groan, letting the other man stand up and stretch his legs like a cat. When he's done Jaejoong casts him a sly glance, closes the distance between them and pushes Yunho towards the bed gently, frowning when Yunho unconsciously tries to resist.
“Even leaders need to be taken care of, every now and then. So let me,” he says, almost pouting, but Yunho feels the steel inside Jaejoong’s grip and lets him push him down with minimal struggle.
“Good,” Jaejoong mutters, “I was wondering if I’d have to tie you to the bed to make you lie down and stay still.”
Jaejoong straddles him carefully, lowering himself down until his face is inches from Yunho's; Yunho lays his fingers on his cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb with sleepy contentment until Jaejoong grins and captures his hand to drop a kiss on his palm.
“Now what?” he says, eyeing the man above him with what he hopes is a suggestive enough look to get Jaejoong's dirty mind going.
Jaejoong snorts and shakes his head in mock despair.
“Your back is hurt, Yunho, hurt,” he emphasizes 'hurt' with a stern look, “if we do something to make it worse manager hyung will want my head, not yours.”
Yunho tugs on the front of Jaejoong's shirt and pulls him flush against him, making Jaejoong lose his balance and bump his nose against Yunho's in a very non-romantic way. They both chuckle and Jaejoong kisses the tip of his nose playfully, following the lines of his face with butterfly kisses that make Yunho's skin tingle and sorely regret being injured.
Jaejoong's lips linger on the corner of his mouth, right over his mole, and keep kissing and teasing the small spot with little touches of his tongue until Yunho makes an impatient noise and seeks out Jaejoong's mouth with his, craving contact. He realizes how much he's missed Jaejoong's touch, his lips, his body; Jaejoong swallows his sigh, invades his mouth with heat and tenderness and love, and Yunho lets him.
The kiss breaks with a soft gasp; Yunho opens his eyes slowly, not even aware he'd closed them, and what he sees in Jaejoong's eyes tells him he missed this kind of intimacy too.
He buries his face into Jaejoong's neck and mouths a silent I'm sorry on his skin, even if he knows he's been forgiven already.
“I love you,” Jaejoong replies, almost matter-of-factly. Yunho laughs and kisses his neck again.
Comments are loved. :3
Pairing(s): JaeHo
Length: One-shot
Word count: 2600~ (I don't do it on purpose, I swear ;-;)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/ shameless Fluff
Notes: *momentarily delurking from LJ hiatus to post fic*
I wrote most of this ages ago, but never got around to actually finish it till now. Dedicated to Guu for making me want to write :)♥♥♥♥♥
The fic is set when Yunho hurt his back just before the Seoul Encore Concert in October 2007.
Hi~ =D We’re almost home! Dance practice was fine. Are you ok? ^o^
Yunho’s cellphone flashes once, twice, vibrating insistently on the bedside table until he picks it up and reads the short message. He knows he should reply, if he doesn’t want to get a flow of increasingly frantic messages; instead he flips it close, tossing it on top of a heap of dirty clothes to muffle the vibrations, and turns the other way, away from that annoying flashing. He really isn't in the mood to answer Jaejoong’s question, right now.
---
He must have dozed off for a while, because the next thing he feels is the gentle dip of the bed and a cool hand on his cheek; he opens his eyes slowly, swallowing the stale, unpleasant taste in his mouth and trying to ignore the dizziness and the way his stomach churns in protest.
“Hey,” he greets, voice raw and hoarse, and he hopes Jaejoong won’t ask anything about it.
“Hey yourself,” Jaejoong replies softly, bending down to brush his lips against Yunho’s, “were you asleep? I tried to call you but you never picked up.”
“Yeah,” Yunho lies, feeling a pang of guilt when he sees the concern clearly written on Jaejoong’s face; he tries to sit up, and the sudden, searing pain that courses through his lower back tears a pained cry from his lips. Jaejoong’s hand are around him in a flash, holding him to prevent him from falling down on the bed again, and Yunho feels bitter tears of pain and humiliation sting his eyes, fights hard to keep them down.
“Yunho, what's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?”
Jaejoong's voice is anxious, but Yunho is sure there's a hint of pity in his tone, and hates it. He pushes Jaejoong's hands away, a little too harshly than he should have.
“I'm fine,” he spits out through clenched teeth, “just a little pain. I'm fine.”
Jaejoong doesn't seem to notice; his fingers curl around Yunho's forearm to squeeze gently, his eyes searching Yunho's face with worry.
“Are you sure? I can fetch you some painkillers, or do you want to eat something, first? We were thinking of ordering take away, but if there's something you want me to cook I can- ”
Yunho feels his already thin patience crumble and jerks his arm away from Jaejoong's touch with an exasperated grunt.
“I told you I'm fine, Jaejoong,” he growls angrily, “I'm not some damn cripple, stop with all this mothering already.”
Jaejoong's eyes widen in surprise and hurt before narrowing dangerously, his whole body going stiff with anger. Yunho likes anger much better, because it doesn't make him feel as guilty and useless as Jaejoong's loving, suffocating concern does. He pushes himself up, biting his lips not to groan in pain, forcing himself to stand up straight even if his injured back screams in protest and he has to lean against the wall not to lose his balance. Jaejoong's hands dart out to help him automatically, but stop before reaching him.
“See?” Yunho says, proud and defiant, “I'm fine.”
“Okay then,” the blond singer answers coldly, “do what the fuck you want. But if you need help, later, don't try and come to me.”
The door slams shut behind him, drowning Yunho's muttered I won't.
It's only when he's sure Jaejoong won't come back that Yunho lets himself fall down on the bed again, breathing heavily and trying to stop the shaking of his body. He feels disgustingly weak, but he swears to himself he won't let anyone - won't let Jaejoong - see him like this.
~~~~~~~
He ignores the soft knocking on his door until it gets louder and louder and it becomes apparent that it won't stop unless he answers.
“What?” he yells, and thankfully the annoying sound stops.
“Dinner's ready,” Junsu's voice answers from the other side, almost timidly.
“I'm not hungry.”
There is a pause, as if Junsu wanted to say something but didn't know how, and then the sound of metal hitting the floor quietly.
“I'm leaving the tray out here. I think Jaejoong hyung mumbled something about you being a hopeless idiot who needs to try and eat something, but I might have heard things wrong. It doesn't sound like bad advice, though.”
Yunho waits for Junsu's steps to disappear down the hall before getting up gingerly and going to get the tray; there are some of his favourite dishes, and painkillers. On top of everything sits the painkillers leaflet, with 'danger of gastrointestinal irritation in case of assumption on an empty stomach' highlighted twice in bright yellow.
He sighs, feeling defeated and even guiltier.
~~~~~~~
“Jaejoong? Can't you sleep?” Yoochun's hushed voice cuts through the darkness of their bedroom, distracting Jaejoong from his contemplation of the glowing numbers on the alarm clock. 2.53, they blink in their mocking green light, uncaring of worry and tiredness.
“I'm sorry, Yoochunnie. Did I wake you up?”
Yoochun's chuckle reverberates low in the room. “All your tossing and turning has been keeping me awake all night, actually.”
“I'm sorry,” Jaejoong whispers sheepishly, “It's just...”
“Did you fight with him? Are you angry?”
Jaejoong sighs, not sure of the answer himself. “We did. And no, I'm not angry with him. I was before, but I can't stay mad at him for too long because of something like that. I know how it feels.”
“You were grumpy and insufferable too when you broke your knee,” Yoochun giggles with amusement.
“Shut up, I know I was,” Jaejoong says, “but he's far worse than me. When I was hurt, he fussed around me non-stop - he even carried me, Yoochun! Do you know how embarrassing that was? And now I just try to help him stand and he lashes out as if I'd wounded his pride irreparably. He’s an idiot,” he concludes with conviction, earning another chuckle from Yoochun.
“Probably it's what you did, at least in his eyes. You know how he takes his position seriously. He doesn't like to show his weak side and he's terrified of not living up to people's expectations.”
Jaejoong sighs.
“I know. But you'd think he'd learnt he can be himself around us already. Around me. And I can't stand to see him suffer in silence like that, without being able to help.”
He digs his fingers into the soft pillow, squeezing it angrily. “I just can't”.
Yoochun reaches out across the space between their beds to place a comforting hand over Jaejoong's clenched one.
“It's him you should tell this, Jaejoong. Tell him how you feel.”
Jaejoong can't see Yoochun's gentle smile in the dark, but somehow he can feel it, and it eases the knot around his heart a little.
“I'll try to,” he whispers, twining his fingers with Yoochun's gratefully before letting go. “Thank you.”
~~~~~~~
Another day, another useless day spent lying in bed or wandering around the house aimlessly in the vain attempt to find something to keep himself occupied with, and Yunho is sure he's slowly going insane. It's been a week since the accident and the pain has subsided a little, but not enough to allow him to practice with the others.
“Yunho?” a voice calls softly, and he looks up from their monthly schedule to see Jaejoong standing in the doorframe with a brown bag in his hands and an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hi,” he offers with a thin smile, “How was today? And where are the others?”
“They went out to eat with manager hyung and some of the staff,” Jaejoong replies, setting the paper bag down on the table and moving around the kitchen with ease to retrieve bowls and cutlery. Moist heat seeps out of it, heavy with the unmistakable smell of bulgogi, and it makes his empty stomach growl loudly. He looks up to see Jaejoong hide a grin behind his hand, but thankfully the other just sits down beside him without commenting.
The silence between them is uncomfortable, punctuated only by Jaejoong’s casual remarks about the day’s activities and by Yunho’s short replies. They haven’t spoken much to each other since their argument, and Yunho can feel the underlying tension, an unspoken uneasiness that hangs heavy between them.
He eats his bulgogi mechanically, too preoccupied with finishing it fast to really appreciate the rich taste, and yet it seems like an eternity before he can push his empty bowl away and stand up.
“I’m going to my room,” he says quietly, without looking at Jaejoong in the eye, “thank you for the dinner.”
“Yunho, wait.” Jaejoong’s voice reaches him when he's already past the kitchen door, but something in his tone makes him stop and turn to look at the blond singer.
“Can we talk?” Jaejoong says. His voice softens, takes on a pleading, hesitant edge.
“About what?” he replies coldly, only to regret it a second later when Jaejoong’s eyes fill with hurt and confusion. Again and again he keeps hurting him, and yet he can’t stop himself.
“About… this.” Jaejoong makes a helpless gesture with his hand from himself to Yunho. “About how you keep avoiding me and refusing my help and suffering by yourself.”
“I already told you I’m fine!” Yunho snarls, slamming his fist against the wooden doorframe. “I can deal with this by myself. I don’t need anybody's help, especially not yours!”
Jaejoong flinches at the last words, and Yunho wishes the floor would split open and swallow him whole.
“I'm sorry” he whispers in a tiny voice, eyes downcast and ashamed, and he flees to the safety of his bedroom before Jaejoong can recover enough to stop him.
---
Yunho rests his forehead against the closed door, feeling the urge to slam it against the hard wood repeatedly in frustration. Useless. Like him.
“Yunho.” Jaejoong's voice is calm and collected, and filters through the door as if the other man were talking directly into his ear. “If you don't open this door within three seconds I'm going to kick it open. I mean it.”
And that does it. Because he knows Jaejoong is perfectly able to do what he promised, and the mental image is so disturbingly funny that he drops to his knees and starts laughing loudly, and he's still laughing when Jaejoong runs into the room and kneels down beside him on the floor, holding his shaking shoulders as he laughs and laughs and laughs. He's still holding him when the laughter turns broken and hysterical and he starts sobbing into Jaejoong's neck like an injured animal.
Jaejoong holds him close, gentle hands smoothing down his back and tender, soothing words in his ear, until his sobs die down into broken hiccups and then silence.
“Shh, it's okay,” the blond singer whispers, shifting around so he can place Yunho's head on his lap.
Yunho closes his eyes when he feels loving fingers card through his hair, hides a trembling sigh against Jaejoong's clothed thigh. He hasn't felt this way since he was little and his mother comforted him when he was sick, but right now he doesn't care.
“It will be over soon, Yunho.”
Jaejoong follows the line of his jaw with a finger before cupping his cheek tenderly.
“Just a few weeks, the doctor said, and then you can go back to dancing. But if you keep pushing yourself over the limit you're just going to make it worse.”
Yunho leans into the touch, seeking the gentle warmth of Jaejoong's hands.
“I feel so... useless. Weak. I'm the leader and yet I'm just being a burden to the group.”
Jaejoong chuckles, tapping his knuckles against Yunho's forehead in soft reprimand.
“I've been unable to dance for half a year myself! At least you won't have to limp around like a clumsy idiot for months... do you know how helpless I felt, back then? And neither you nor the others ever blamed me for that. This is the same.”
“But I-” Yunho starts, but warm fingers press against his mouth to silence him.
“Just don't push me away, Yunho,” Jaejoong pleads, and Yunho feels his voice waver a little.
“... it hurts. A lot.”
Yunho presses an apologetic kiss on the tip of Jaejoong's fingers. “I'm sorry, Jaejoongie.”
Jaejoong takes Yunho's face in his hands and turns it towards him. “I will never stop needing you, Yunho,” he says, eyes dark and serious. “Never. So stop saying you’re useless, and let me help you.”
Yunho nods mutely. He has no words to tell Jaejoong how he feels, so he pulls him down and kisses him, slowly and tenderly, pouring unspoken emotions into the kiss.
“Thank you” he mumbles against his lips, feeling Jaejoong's smile on his own.
---
“Hey, Yunho?” Jaejoong says after a while, shifting restlessly under him. “I can't feel my legs anymore.”
Yunho leaves the warm nest of Jaejoong's lap with a reluctant groan, letting the other man stand up and stretch his legs like a cat. When he's done Jaejoong casts him a sly glance, closes the distance between them and pushes Yunho towards the bed gently, frowning when Yunho unconsciously tries to resist.
“Even leaders need to be taken care of, every now and then. So let me,” he says, almost pouting, but Yunho feels the steel inside Jaejoong’s grip and lets him push him down with minimal struggle.
“Good,” Jaejoong mutters, “I was wondering if I’d have to tie you to the bed to make you lie down and stay still.”
Jaejoong straddles him carefully, lowering himself down until his face is inches from Yunho's; Yunho lays his fingers on his cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb with sleepy contentment until Jaejoong grins and captures his hand to drop a kiss on his palm.
“Now what?” he says, eyeing the man above him with what he hopes is a suggestive enough look to get Jaejoong's dirty mind going.
Jaejoong snorts and shakes his head in mock despair.
“Your back is hurt, Yunho, hurt,” he emphasizes 'hurt' with a stern look, “if we do something to make it worse manager hyung will want my head, not yours.”
Yunho tugs on the front of Jaejoong's shirt and pulls him flush against him, making Jaejoong lose his balance and bump his nose against Yunho's in a very non-romantic way. They both chuckle and Jaejoong kisses the tip of his nose playfully, following the lines of his face with butterfly kisses that make Yunho's skin tingle and sorely regret being injured.
Jaejoong's lips linger on the corner of his mouth, right over his mole, and keep kissing and teasing the small spot with little touches of his tongue until Yunho makes an impatient noise and seeks out Jaejoong's mouth with his, craving contact. He realizes how much he's missed Jaejoong's touch, his lips, his body; Jaejoong swallows his sigh, invades his mouth with heat and tenderness and love, and Yunho lets him.
The kiss breaks with a soft gasp; Yunho opens his eyes slowly, not even aware he'd closed them, and what he sees in Jaejoong's eyes tells him he missed this kind of intimacy too.
He buries his face into Jaejoong's neck and mouths a silent I'm sorry on his skin, even if he knows he's been forgiven already.
“I love you,” Jaejoong replies, almost matter-of-factly. Yunho laughs and kisses his neck again.
Comments are loved. :3