Missing Comfort
Title: Missing Comfort
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun/Junsu
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd hug all their worries away.
Word Count: 780
A/N: Feeling sick and icky. Jotted this down before I forgot it, or lost the mood.
Part 1:
They both heard Junsu crying. Muffled sobs in the dark. Yoochun rolled on his back, staring at the ceiling. Jaejoong rolled to his side, facing the wall, because maybe if he wasn’t turned to the distress it would go away.
They both sighed.
They both climbed out of bed.
They both opened their bedroom doors and stepped into the hallway.
They met each others’ eyes.
It’s odd, Jaejoong thought. The crying didn’t seem as loud in the hall.
It’s odd, Yoochun thought. The crying doesn’t seem as distressful in the hall.
They both walked and stopped at Junsu’s door.
Yoochun opened it. Jae followed him in.
Junsu sat cross-legged on the bed. A pillow close to its demise was clutched in his arms. He cried into it, rocking back and forth.
Odd, they both thought. How did they hear him crying at all when he was barely making any noise?
Changmin would have said that they just knew when they needed each other, so they didn’t need to actually hear anything.
Changmin would have said …
“Junsu, baby,” Yoochun said and crawled into the bed.
Junsu jerked in surprise. He quickly wiped his tears and took deep breaths.
“Sorry,” he said, wondering how he managed to wake them when he hadn’t been crying loudly.
“Don’t you apologize,” Jaejoong said.
They both wrapped around him, legs entangling, arms around each other two.
But Junsu leaned against Yoochun’s shoulder, buried his face at Yoochun’s neck.
A titter of disappointment flashed through Jaejoong.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Jaejoong asked, using Yoochun’s endearment in a minor fit of jealousy.
“And don’t say nothing,” Yoochun said immediately, stopping the word on Junsu’s lips.
He nuzzled deeper into Yoochun. “I got a text from Yunho.”
They both inhaled sharply and froze.
Junsu pulled a hand from under the pillow. Jaejoong took the phone. Two texts showed on the screen.
From Junsu:
~ I miss you, hyung. ~
From Yunho:
+ Don’t send me messages. I can’t talk to you. +
“That fucker,” Jaejoong said, real heat layering his voice. He handed the phone to Yoochun. Yoochun’s eyebrows rose.
Jaejoong rose, but Junsu grabbed his arm. “Don’t, hyung. It’s okay. I just … wanted to say hi to him and-”
“It’s not okay,” Jae said.
“We’re not supposed to talk to them, right?”
“I know, but he didn’t have to be rude about it,” Jae muttered, but he stayed with them, pulling the two closer. And yet they were still so far away, curled together. He didn’t need to be there. One would have to be really stupid to live with the two of them and not know that they snuck into each others’ beds at night, that they provided comfort in a way that Jaejoong was missing.
He sighed.
Yoochun met his eyes.
Jae kept his face blank.
Junsu continued to sniffle, but not to cry. Without taking his eyes from Jaejoong’s, Yoochun cupped Junsu’s cheek, caressed his skin with a thumb.
“It will be alright, baby. We knew this was going to happen.”
“I know, Chunnie,” he muttered, and leaned into the touch, “but it doesn’t make it easy.”
And then Yoochun leaned away, tilted his head up and kissed him. Junsu made a noise of protest, but Yoochun wouldn’t let him go. Panicked eyes flicked to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Trust me, Su, you two have not done a good job hiding this from me, okay?”
Junsu blushed.
“Well, I’ll leave you two alone,” Jae said and again, tried to get up.
But Yoochun held onto him. “Wait.”
Neither of them looked at Junsu.
What are you offering me? one inquired.
What do you need? one countered.
I won’t intrude.
You won’t intrude.
They both looked at Junsu.
“W-what?” he stammered.
Yoochun looked back at Jaejoong. You want to. Trust me, he wants to.
Jaejoong licked his lips. Do you want to?
Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“Stop it,” Junsu said. “Stop having eye conversations with each other. I hate it when you do that.”
“Sorry, baby,” Yoochun said, and then demanded of Jaejoong, “Well?”
“Well, what?” Junsu asked.
Jae licked his lips again and then looked at Junsu.
“Trust me,” Yoochun said, and Jaejoong did. He took the confused expression from Junsu’s face in a kiss.
Junsu made a noise, but when he would have pulled away, Yoochun’s hand was on the back of his neck, holding him. His eyes shut and he relaxed into the kiss.
This time it was Jaejoong’s turn to make the noise
“Told you so,” Yoochun said.
“Technically, you didn’t say anything,” Jae whispered, never breaking contact with Junsu’s lips.
Yoochun laughed and leaned forward to join the kiss.
Part 2: Also Missing Comfort
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Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun/Junsu
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd hug all their worries away.
Word Count: 780
A/N: Feeling sick and icky. Jotted this down before I forgot it, or lost the mood.
Part 1:
They both heard Junsu crying. Muffled sobs in the dark. Yoochun rolled on his back, staring at the ceiling. Jaejoong rolled to his side, facing the wall, because maybe if he wasn’t turned to the distress it would go away.
They both sighed.
They both climbed out of bed.
They both opened their bedroom doors and stepped into the hallway.
They met each others’ eyes.
It’s odd, Jaejoong thought. The crying didn’t seem as loud in the hall.
It’s odd, Yoochun thought. The crying doesn’t seem as distressful in the hall.
They both walked and stopped at Junsu’s door.
Yoochun opened it. Jae followed him in.
Junsu sat cross-legged on the bed. A pillow close to its demise was clutched in his arms. He cried into it, rocking back and forth.
Odd, they both thought. How did they hear him crying at all when he was barely making any noise?
Changmin would have said that they just knew when they needed each other, so they didn’t need to actually hear anything.
Changmin would have said …
“Junsu, baby,” Yoochun said and crawled into the bed.
Junsu jerked in surprise. He quickly wiped his tears and took deep breaths.
“Sorry,” he said, wondering how he managed to wake them when he hadn’t been crying loudly.
“Don’t you apologize,” Jaejoong said.
They both wrapped around him, legs entangling, arms around each other two.
But Junsu leaned against Yoochun’s shoulder, buried his face at Yoochun’s neck.
A titter of disappointment flashed through Jaejoong.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Jaejoong asked, using Yoochun’s endearment in a minor fit of jealousy.
“And don’t say nothing,” Yoochun said immediately, stopping the word on Junsu’s lips.
He nuzzled deeper into Yoochun. “I got a text from Yunho.”
They both inhaled sharply and froze.
Junsu pulled a hand from under the pillow. Jaejoong took the phone. Two texts showed on the screen.
From Junsu:
~ I miss you, hyung. ~
From Yunho:
+ Don’t send me messages. I can’t talk to you. +
“That fucker,” Jaejoong said, real heat layering his voice. He handed the phone to Yoochun. Yoochun’s eyebrows rose.
Jaejoong rose, but Junsu grabbed his arm. “Don’t, hyung. It’s okay. I just … wanted to say hi to him and-”
“It’s not okay,” Jae said.
“We’re not supposed to talk to them, right?”
“I know, but he didn’t have to be rude about it,” Jae muttered, but he stayed with them, pulling the two closer. And yet they were still so far away, curled together. He didn’t need to be there. One would have to be really stupid to live with the two of them and not know that they snuck into each others’ beds at night, that they provided comfort in a way that Jaejoong was missing.
He sighed.
Yoochun met his eyes.
Jae kept his face blank.
Junsu continued to sniffle, but not to cry. Without taking his eyes from Jaejoong’s, Yoochun cupped Junsu’s cheek, caressed his skin with a thumb.
“It will be alright, baby. We knew this was going to happen.”
“I know, Chunnie,” he muttered, and leaned into the touch, “but it doesn’t make it easy.”
And then Yoochun leaned away, tilted his head up and kissed him. Junsu made a noise of protest, but Yoochun wouldn’t let him go. Panicked eyes flicked to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Trust me, Su, you two have not done a good job hiding this from me, okay?”
Junsu blushed.
“Well, I’ll leave you two alone,” Jae said and again, tried to get up.
But Yoochun held onto him. “Wait.”
Neither of them looked at Junsu.
What are you offering me? one inquired.
What do you need? one countered.
I won’t intrude.
You won’t intrude.
They both looked at Junsu.
“W-what?” he stammered.
Yoochun looked back at Jaejoong. You want to. Trust me, he wants to.
Jaejoong licked his lips. Do you want to?
Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“Stop it,” Junsu said. “Stop having eye conversations with each other. I hate it when you do that.”
“Sorry, baby,” Yoochun said, and then demanded of Jaejoong, “Well?”
“Well, what?” Junsu asked.
Jae licked his lips again and then looked at Junsu.
“Trust me,” Yoochun said, and Jaejoong did. He took the confused expression from Junsu’s face in a kiss.
Junsu made a noise, but when he would have pulled away, Yoochun’s hand was on the back of his neck, holding him. His eyes shut and he relaxed into the kiss.
This time it was Jaejoong’s turn to make the noise
“Told you so,” Yoochun said.
“Technically, you didn’t say anything,” Jae whispered, never breaking contact with Junsu’s lips.
Yoochun laughed and leaned forward to join the kiss.
Part 2: Also Missing Comfort
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