21st Floor
Title: 21st Floor (oneshot)
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: This is my interpretation of what would have happened if Yunho had gone to Jaejoong's sister's wedding as well. An elevator moment.
A/N: I HOPE THIS MEANS MY MUSE IS COMING BACK :D' Just a brief little snapshot of the two. I'm fond of it, and I desperately want to start flexing my writing skills again, so let me know what you think? ^^
ALSO. THIS. BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND I DIE EVERY TIME <333333 jaeee *__*
If he missed the cutting of the cake, Jaejoong would never forgive himself. If he missed a single precious, smiling, married moment at all he knew for a fact he was going to cry, and he was already hovering on that vague line, caught up in a high of emotions that made his fingers quiver as he hastily grabbed his camera from his hotel room. Of course he would forget something like that on the most important day of sister's life, and of course she only laughed and kissed him when he rushed to her alarmed. But as long as he got back to the reception in time...
It looked as if he was trying to do lasting damage to the floor, the way he trekked through the lobby toward the elevators, punching a finger to the button. He pressed it a second and third time, and might have gone for another if it hadn't been for the laugh behind him.
“Don't tell me I look like a mess because I already know I do,” Jaejoong remarked in almost perfect time with that laugh as he turned around. He figured that was greeting enough before he wrapped Yunho in a snug, albeit forceful embrace. Another swell, almost worse than the one before.
“I wasn't going to say that,” Yunho said, and Jaejoong could still hear the amusement in his voice even though it was unusually soft. “I was going to say 'hi, I've missed you' like a normal person.”
“Miss me and don't answer any of my texts? It pains me.”
“It pains me when all you ask me is what I'm eating and how often I sleep. Stop being annoying. Oh, and congratulations.”
There were too many other things to keep track of for Jaejoong to take even the lightest offense at those words. The teasing only made him content, nostalgic and the warmth which filled that last statement was all genuine. Just as the way Yunho's arms held him back. It had been a while. Jaejoong nodded and said nothing, only pulling away once the elevator gave a smart chime.
“Sorry I'm late, by the way.”
“I don't care about that,” Jaejoong murmured, hitting the 21st floor. His eyes fixed on the misty reflection of the two in the closing doors. “It means a lot that you came.”
There was a brief silence - 3 floor's worth - before Yunho turned to look at him. They both thought of it at the same time, how rare it was to be truly alone like this, without the rest of the world facing them. Neither could remember the last time this had happened.
“How is she?”
The light that swept over Jaejoong's smile was instantaneous. “Beautiful. Happy. Relieved she didn't trip on her dress.” His eyes flickered to Yunho for a moment, encouraged by the way the other was gazing back. “She has everything she wants now.”
He could see the tremor in Jaejoong's eyes before he heard it in his voice. It was out of joy, anyone would be sure, maybe even his sister herself, but Yunho wasn't so sure. His hand reached out, grazed the white glove that wasn't clutching on tight to the camera.
“What about you?” He asked it too earnestly for a breezy, dismissive answer, one Jaejoong was prepared to give. He didn't know how to react to the touch besides his body giving a spark that complicated his nerves. They were on the 9th floor now. He wished it'd hurry. He wished they had more time.
“Why don't you just tell me if you're not getting enough sleep? I worry about you all the time.”
“Jae.”
11th floor, and the reflection grew more blurred the longer Jaejoong stared at it. It was harder now to think about the wedding with Yunho standing next to him like this. It was only a vague thought before, when he had watched his sister walk down the aisle. When he watched the groom take her, kiss her, love her with his eyes. When they said their vows and claimed that they were only complete when they were with each other. Only a vague thought.
“I'm happy for her.”
Maybe he was being defensive. Maybe he just didn't want to say anything. Yunho's fingertips walked inside Jaejoong's covered palm slowly, soundlessly shifting closer. Another sparking, tickling sensation not just in his hand - Jaejoong was still waiting for him to say something back, his own fingers lightly nudging the other's because it was impossible not to do so.
And then, just as slowly, Yunho slipped off his glove, curling Jaejoong's bare hand in his own. The most natural thing he had done in weeks.
“I know you are,” he finally said, just as they hit the 17th floor.
They remained like that the rest of the way, shoulder to shoulder, not really looking at one another, not really facing away, but every so often Jaejoong would give the other's hand a squeeze, half-smiling when he felt it instantly reciprocated - and maybe things were okay like that for now.
The elevator doors opened out to a huge reception hall, the clink of crystal glasses and the flash of photographers nothing new for them. They let go at the same time. Before Jaejoong could flit back off to his sister and rejoin the wedding party Yunho discreetly slipped the glove back into his hand, closed Jaejoong's fingers around it, and brushed a whisper against his ear.
“I'll find you later, okay?”
Jaejoong had just enough time to recover, to slip into the ever persistent I'll text you before snapping a shot of the beaming couple gathered around the wedding cake. Didn't miss it after all. And Yunho only laughed.
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: This is my interpretation of what would have happened if Yunho had gone to Jaejoong's sister's wedding as well. An elevator moment.
A/N: I HOPE THIS MEANS MY MUSE IS COMING BACK :D' Just a brief little snapshot of the two. I'm fond of it, and I desperately want to start flexing my writing skills again, so let me know what you think? ^^
ALSO. THIS. BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE AND I DIE EVERY TIME <333333 jaeee *__*
If he missed the cutting of the cake, Jaejoong would never forgive himself. If he missed a single precious, smiling, married moment at all he knew for a fact he was going to cry, and he was already hovering on that vague line, caught up in a high of emotions that made his fingers quiver as he hastily grabbed his camera from his hotel room. Of course he would forget something like that on the most important day of sister's life, and of course she only laughed and kissed him when he rushed to her alarmed. But as long as he got back to the reception in time...
It looked as if he was trying to do lasting damage to the floor, the way he trekked through the lobby toward the elevators, punching a finger to the button. He pressed it a second and third time, and might have gone for another if it hadn't been for the laugh behind him.
“Don't tell me I look like a mess because I already know I do,” Jaejoong remarked in almost perfect time with that laugh as he turned around. He figured that was greeting enough before he wrapped Yunho in a snug, albeit forceful embrace. Another swell, almost worse than the one before.
“I wasn't going to say that,” Yunho said, and Jaejoong could still hear the amusement in his voice even though it was unusually soft. “I was going to say 'hi, I've missed you' like a normal person.”
“Miss me and don't answer any of my texts? It pains me.”
“It pains me when all you ask me is what I'm eating and how often I sleep. Stop being annoying. Oh, and congratulations.”
There were too many other things to keep track of for Jaejoong to take even the lightest offense at those words. The teasing only made him content, nostalgic and the warmth which filled that last statement was all genuine. Just as the way Yunho's arms held him back. It had been a while. Jaejoong nodded and said nothing, only pulling away once the elevator gave a smart chime.
“Sorry I'm late, by the way.”
“I don't care about that,” Jaejoong murmured, hitting the 21st floor. His eyes fixed on the misty reflection of the two in the closing doors. “It means a lot that you came.”
There was a brief silence - 3 floor's worth - before Yunho turned to look at him. They both thought of it at the same time, how rare it was to be truly alone like this, without the rest of the world facing them. Neither could remember the last time this had happened.
“How is she?”
The light that swept over Jaejoong's smile was instantaneous. “Beautiful. Happy. Relieved she didn't trip on her dress.” His eyes flickered to Yunho for a moment, encouraged by the way the other was gazing back. “She has everything she wants now.”
He could see the tremor in Jaejoong's eyes before he heard it in his voice. It was out of joy, anyone would be sure, maybe even his sister herself, but Yunho wasn't so sure. His hand reached out, grazed the white glove that wasn't clutching on tight to the camera.
“What about you?” He asked it too earnestly for a breezy, dismissive answer, one Jaejoong was prepared to give. He didn't know how to react to the touch besides his body giving a spark that complicated his nerves. They were on the 9th floor now. He wished it'd hurry. He wished they had more time.
“Why don't you just tell me if you're not getting enough sleep? I worry about you all the time.”
“Jae.”
11th floor, and the reflection grew more blurred the longer Jaejoong stared at it. It was harder now to think about the wedding with Yunho standing next to him like this. It was only a vague thought before, when he had watched his sister walk down the aisle. When he watched the groom take her, kiss her, love her with his eyes. When they said their vows and claimed that they were only complete when they were with each other. Only a vague thought.
“I'm happy for her.”
Maybe he was being defensive. Maybe he just didn't want to say anything. Yunho's fingertips walked inside Jaejoong's covered palm slowly, soundlessly shifting closer. Another sparking, tickling sensation not just in his hand - Jaejoong was still waiting for him to say something back, his own fingers lightly nudging the other's because it was impossible not to do so.
And then, just as slowly, Yunho slipped off his glove, curling Jaejoong's bare hand in his own. The most natural thing he had done in weeks.
“I know you are,” he finally said, just as they hit the 17th floor.
They remained like that the rest of the way, shoulder to shoulder, not really looking at one another, not really facing away, but every so often Jaejoong would give the other's hand a squeeze, half-smiling when he felt it instantly reciprocated - and maybe things were okay like that for now.
The elevator doors opened out to a huge reception hall, the clink of crystal glasses and the flash of photographers nothing new for them. They let go at the same time. Before Jaejoong could flit back off to his sister and rejoin the wedding party Yunho discreetly slipped the glove back into his hand, closed Jaejoong's fingers around it, and brushed a whisper against his ear.
“I'll find you later, okay?”
Jaejoong had just enough time to recover, to slip into the ever persistent I'll text you before snapping a shot of the beaming couple gathered around the wedding cake. Didn't miss it after all. And Yunho only laughed.