FANFIC: "Falling (OneShot)" (DBSK- YunJae)
Title: "Falling"
Pairings: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: FlashFic, Fluffy Ending to Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Randomness, Reference to a Real Occurrence, Injury.
A/N: It was going to be a drabble but it got too long... OTL.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of DBSK, JYJ, or HoMin. I do have lots of CDs and DvDs and Pictures, but that doesn't seem to count. Which makes me sad, but it is what it is. The writing is all mine, the idea is mine. I don't claim to have witnessed any of this. Except in my dreams.
***
“And who are you?” One of the hospital staff frowned suspiciously at the four younger males lined up in the waiting room.
Yunho glanced up first, shaking off the need to sleep as he tried to process the question. Yoochun frowned, not pausing in his soothing murmurings to the two younger members of the band. Changmin hadn’t said a word, but about an hour before had finally given in to the urge to cry. Junsu was merely clinging to Yoochun, sniffling and hiding his face now and again. They had been there for nearly three hours, waiting for news on Jaejoong after his surgery.
“We’re-” Yunho began.
“The brothers he spoke of, no doubt.” A smiling blue-eyed nurse appeared around the corner, Jaejoong’s file in hand. “Yunho and the others, isn’t that right?”
Yunho stood and bowed quickly to her, nodding. “Yes, I’m Yunho.”
“I thought so.” She nodded, considering them for a moment. “Well, I’m afraid we can’t let you all go in at once… But I don’t think he’ll mind you visiting one at a time. Please be quiet though…”
“You can go first, hyung.” Changmin murmured from where he leaned against Yoochun, the older male’s arm curled around his shoulders in a supportive gesture.
Junsu nodded, pressed tight to Yoochun’s other side and uncharacteristically somber and silent. “We can wait a little bit, go see him so you’ll stop feeling so guilty.”
Yoochun frowned slightly, meeting Yunho’s gaze for a few silent moments. Whatever he saw in the Leader’s expression seemed to convince him, for he gave a slight nod in agreement. “Make sure he’s ok for us.”
“Alright then… Yunho, you can go in first, but quietly.” The nurse murmured with a kind smile. “He’s not on sedatives, we’d rather not administer them if we don’t have to, and he really does need the rest.”
“I promise not to wake him.” Yunho murmured, again bowing low to her. “Thank you.”
The sight of the pale figure propped up by pillows was almost enough to change his mind. This was his fault, all of it was his fault. Immediately he wanted to wake Jae up, to apologize for all of this. For letting SM push them so hard, for pushing the others and himself harder because he wanted them to do so well… For pushing Jae until something finally gave out.
And of course it wasn’t his spirit that finally broke. Yunho was beginning to think nothing could tame the wildness in Jaejoong… And when that thought didn’t terrify him, he absolutely loved it.
But Jae was the one he had hurt.
Some leader. All the yelling, the pushing, and for what? To scold the one he loved too hard, push too far, demand too much. And now? Now Jae was in the hospital after tearing his knee and god Yunho couldn’t even tell himself it would be alright.
All he could think was how stupid he had been.
“I can hear you berating yourself.” Jaejoong murmured from the bed, his voice heavy and slow as he worked through his grogginess. “Could you do it a little quieter? I’m supposed to rest.”
“Boo, I’m so sorry.” Yunho murmured, moving swiftly across the room and dragging a chair so he could sit beside the bed. Gently reaching, he curled his fingers around Jaejoong’s still hand and gently rubbed his thumb over the knuckles.
“You only call me that when you’re apologizing…” Jaejoong tilted his head slightly, eyes red-rimmed and skin pale. “That must be because you think it will help calm me down.”
“I can hope.” Yunho murmured, unable to summon a smile. “Do you want me not to say it anymore?”
“No… I wish you’d stop making me mad just so you can use it.” Jaejoong sighed. “Can’t you just admit it?”
“Which part?” Yunho lifted his hand enough to kiss it, smiling faintly. “That I like you mad, I like to give you cute nicknames, or that I’m in love with you?”
Jaejoong tilted his head, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Any of the three is a good start.”
“I love you, BooJae.” Yunho murmured, his smile widening.
“You’re an idiot, and you must secretly enjoy making him mad, but at least you’re lucky enough he likes your stupid nicknames.” Yoochun muttered as he walked in the door with Junsu and Changmin trailing after him, each clutching one of his hands.
“I thought you were going to wait out there for me.” Yunho muttered, tossing a playful glare over his shoulder.
Jaejoong peered around Yunho, his peeved expression melting into one of shock at the sight of the teary-eyed maknae. “Minnie-ah! What’s wrong?”
“The nurse got tired of watching us all sniffle and seeing Minnie try not to cry while we worried over you.” Junsu murmured as he cuddled back to Yoochun’s side again as soon as they were into the room.
“Oh Minnie-ah, don’t cry.” Jaejoong smiled, lifting his left hand slightly. “Aish I’m not dead! It’s fine.”
“Don’t say that.” Changmin smiled weakly as he moved around and caught the older male’s hand. “You want hyung to feel badly about this for a long time, you know you do.”
Jaejoong tilted his head, slanting his dark gaze at Yunho with an arch of his brow. “Oh, I do?”
Yunho shrugged. “Whether you do or not, I will.”
Jae tilted his head thoughtfully, a smile curling over his mouth. “Good.”
Yunho blinked, his expression surprised, before it melted into an irate pout. “Boo!”
“Be a good husband and apologize to your wife.” Yoochun smiled, catching Changmin’s sleeve. “I’ll take your son and be waiting in the hallway. Call when you’re done making out.”
“Making out?” Junsu squeaked, his head flying up.
“Making up.” Yoochun grinned, winking at Jaejoong as he towed the two out of the room. “My mistake.”
Jaejoong watched them leave with a faint smile, his attention turning back to Yunho as soon as the door closed behind the three. “So then…”
Yunho fought a smile, lifting his brows in question. “So then?”
“Are you ready to start making it up to me.” Jae challenged.
Yunho stood slowly, leaning over him. “How about we make out instead?”
Jae laughed softly. “I like the sound of that.”
***
This was sitting on my computer and I'm trying to organize my "Need To Work On/ Post" File in comparison to my "Already Posted" file. There was a lot of stuff in the first one, as you can imagine! This is one of those things. I did not edit it at all from the state I just rediscovered it in. Please forgive any random/choppyness you might discover. More new stuff soon. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥
Mini To Do List For Self: "Letters", "Rebellion".
Pairings: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: FlashFic, Fluffy Ending to Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Randomness, Reference to a Real Occurrence, Injury.
A/N: It was going to be a drabble but it got too long... OTL.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of DBSK, JYJ, or HoMin. I do have lots of CDs and DvDs and Pictures, but that doesn't seem to count. Which makes me sad, but it is what it is. The writing is all mine, the idea is mine. I don't claim to have witnessed any of this. Except in my dreams.
***
“And who are you?” One of the hospital staff frowned suspiciously at the four younger males lined up in the waiting room.
Yunho glanced up first, shaking off the need to sleep as he tried to process the question. Yoochun frowned, not pausing in his soothing murmurings to the two younger members of the band. Changmin hadn’t said a word, but about an hour before had finally given in to the urge to cry. Junsu was merely clinging to Yoochun, sniffling and hiding his face now and again. They had been there for nearly three hours, waiting for news on Jaejoong after his surgery.
“We’re-” Yunho began.
“The brothers he spoke of, no doubt.” A smiling blue-eyed nurse appeared around the corner, Jaejoong’s file in hand. “Yunho and the others, isn’t that right?”
Yunho stood and bowed quickly to her, nodding. “Yes, I’m Yunho.”
“I thought so.” She nodded, considering them for a moment. “Well, I’m afraid we can’t let you all go in at once… But I don’t think he’ll mind you visiting one at a time. Please be quiet though…”
“You can go first, hyung.” Changmin murmured from where he leaned against Yoochun, the older male’s arm curled around his shoulders in a supportive gesture.
Junsu nodded, pressed tight to Yoochun’s other side and uncharacteristically somber and silent. “We can wait a little bit, go see him so you’ll stop feeling so guilty.”
Yoochun frowned slightly, meeting Yunho’s gaze for a few silent moments. Whatever he saw in the Leader’s expression seemed to convince him, for he gave a slight nod in agreement. “Make sure he’s ok for us.”
“Alright then… Yunho, you can go in first, but quietly.” The nurse murmured with a kind smile. “He’s not on sedatives, we’d rather not administer them if we don’t have to, and he really does need the rest.”
“I promise not to wake him.” Yunho murmured, again bowing low to her. “Thank you.”
The sight of the pale figure propped up by pillows was almost enough to change his mind. This was his fault, all of it was his fault. Immediately he wanted to wake Jae up, to apologize for all of this. For letting SM push them so hard, for pushing the others and himself harder because he wanted them to do so well… For pushing Jae until something finally gave out.
And of course it wasn’t his spirit that finally broke. Yunho was beginning to think nothing could tame the wildness in Jaejoong… And when that thought didn’t terrify him, he absolutely loved it.
But Jae was the one he had hurt.
Some leader. All the yelling, the pushing, and for what? To scold the one he loved too hard, push too far, demand too much. And now? Now Jae was in the hospital after tearing his knee and god Yunho couldn’t even tell himself it would be alright.
All he could think was how stupid he had been.
“I can hear you berating yourself.” Jaejoong murmured from the bed, his voice heavy and slow as he worked through his grogginess. “Could you do it a little quieter? I’m supposed to rest.”
“Boo, I’m so sorry.” Yunho murmured, moving swiftly across the room and dragging a chair so he could sit beside the bed. Gently reaching, he curled his fingers around Jaejoong’s still hand and gently rubbed his thumb over the knuckles.
“You only call me that when you’re apologizing…” Jaejoong tilted his head slightly, eyes red-rimmed and skin pale. “That must be because you think it will help calm me down.”
“I can hope.” Yunho murmured, unable to summon a smile. “Do you want me not to say it anymore?”
“No… I wish you’d stop making me mad just so you can use it.” Jaejoong sighed. “Can’t you just admit it?”
“Which part?” Yunho lifted his hand enough to kiss it, smiling faintly. “That I like you mad, I like to give you cute nicknames, or that I’m in love with you?”
Jaejoong tilted his head, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Any of the three is a good start.”
“I love you, BooJae.” Yunho murmured, his smile widening.
“You’re an idiot, and you must secretly enjoy making him mad, but at least you’re lucky enough he likes your stupid nicknames.” Yoochun muttered as he walked in the door with Junsu and Changmin trailing after him, each clutching one of his hands.
“I thought you were going to wait out there for me.” Yunho muttered, tossing a playful glare over his shoulder.
Jaejoong peered around Yunho, his peeved expression melting into one of shock at the sight of the teary-eyed maknae. “Minnie-ah! What’s wrong?”
“The nurse got tired of watching us all sniffle and seeing Minnie try not to cry while we worried over you.” Junsu murmured as he cuddled back to Yoochun’s side again as soon as they were into the room.
“Oh Minnie-ah, don’t cry.” Jaejoong smiled, lifting his left hand slightly. “Aish I’m not dead! It’s fine.”
“Don’t say that.” Changmin smiled weakly as he moved around and caught the older male’s hand. “You want hyung to feel badly about this for a long time, you know you do.”
Jaejoong tilted his head, slanting his dark gaze at Yunho with an arch of his brow. “Oh, I do?”
Yunho shrugged. “Whether you do or not, I will.”
Jae tilted his head thoughtfully, a smile curling over his mouth. “Good.”
Yunho blinked, his expression surprised, before it melted into an irate pout. “Boo!”
“Be a good husband and apologize to your wife.” Yoochun smiled, catching Changmin’s sleeve. “I’ll take your son and be waiting in the hallway. Call when you’re done making out.”
“Making out?” Junsu squeaked, his head flying up.
“Making up.” Yoochun grinned, winking at Jaejoong as he towed the two out of the room. “My mistake.”
Jaejoong watched them leave with a faint smile, his attention turning back to Yunho as soon as the door closed behind the three. “So then…”
Yunho fought a smile, lifting his brows in question. “So then?”
“Are you ready to start making it up to me.” Jae challenged.
Yunho stood slowly, leaning over him. “How about we make out instead?”
Jae laughed softly. “I like the sound of that.”
***
This was sitting on my computer and I'm trying to organize my "Need To Work On/ Post" File in comparison to my "Already Posted" file. There was a lot of stuff in the first one, as you can imagine! This is one of those things. I did not edit it at all from the state I just rediscovered it in. Please forgive any random/choppyness you might discover. More new stuff soon. Walking at the edge of the RedOcean, talk to me Cassiopeia! AKTF & Saranghae. ♥
Mini To Do List For Self: "Letters", "Rebellion".